Wounded Egos Paroles

Chairs flying in the street
But we can do this another way
Look for something new
I know what it is
Yeah feels like I'm the one she's got
But she don't need no serious type man in the corner
But there's a feeling I'm fighting
And it's killing inside

Wounded egos, right wing psychos
All the madness outside
Too much Lambsbread, out in Tenderlain
By the ocean I found the Sun

I couldn't feel anything
Now I'm wanting for it all to end
But I'm waiting like an idiot
I'm waiting here for you

Wounded egos, right wing psychos It's just the madness outside
Too much Lambsbread, out in Tenderlain
By the ocean I found the Sun