Paroles de Honesty Stings
I gotta buddy and he likes to drink, and he don't care what you think. He only does it on holidays, he thinks that makes it ok. He gets drunk and then he throws a fit, starts stumbling and breaking shit. But he only does it on holidays, he thinks that makes it ok.Oh, oh, oh! You're not alone. Oh, oh, oh! Watch the liquor flow.
I knew this tee but she bruised her arm, thought it would help if she caused some harm. She was angry so she slept on the floor, though I'm not quite sure what for. She got home and she was accused, so she decided to inflict the bruise. I know a beauty who sleeps on the floor, but she won't do that no more.
Why, why, why? Wipe your eyes. Why, why, why? You will be fine.
I know a father and his daughter's bad, thought he does the best he can. He wanted to be a dentist too, but sometimes all plans fall through. So now he works at a factory, with heavy machinery. I know a father and his daughter's gone! He better kiss her and say,â So long.
Waste! Waste! Waste! Have a taste. Waste! Waste, waste! It's too late.
I know a fellow and he writes these songs, some are short and some are long. Some people like them but most just don't, his biggest fear is to be alone. This sullen singer likes to moan and sing, about particularly peculiar things. But every night he spills onto the page, it's where he lives and where he stays.
Sing, sing, sing. Of dreadful things. Use your wings. Honesty stings.
I know a father and his daughter's bad, thought he does the best he can. He wanted to be a dentist too, but sometimes all plans fall through. So now he works at a factory, with heavy machinery. I know a father and his daughter's gone! He better kiss her and say,â So long.
Waste! Waste! Waste! Have a taste. Waste! Waste, waste! It's too late.
I know a fellow and he writes these songs, some are short and some are long. Some people like them but most just don't, his biggest fear is to be alone. This sullen singer likes to moan and sing, about particularly peculiar things. But every night he spills onto the page, it's where he lives and where he stays.
Sing, sing, sing. Of dreadful things. Use your wings. Honesty stings.
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