Paroles de Reese
What you shoulda beenWhat you woulda been
There ain't no problem now
What's your middle name?
Are you often blamed?
Do you care about the cost?
Where's the middle again?
Can I get back there?
Well I won't let 'em talk
Well it's at it again
And it heads to its home
On the north end of redded woe
Well I won't be ready to go
I'll deny
A little bit older now
Out in the wilderness
With some valedictorian
You had wagered up your torch
And then you lost your paraffin
Off the dead stump up the trees
Oh your head it split the crease
And the ghosts you may never know
You will never mend
That's a boundary pass on it
What you woulda been
What you should been died
Well I'm more than that
Well I'm more than that
Well I'm more than that
Well I'm more
What's that supposed to be (mean?)
It is over me
All before eleven-thirty
Dreading everything
I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head
I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head
I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head
I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head
