Album Name : Against All Odds
Release Date : 2009-06-01
Song Duration : 3:44
Aking Gentile Gentleman
Put up your defenses those electric-fences protect our gardens of garbage best made men like worms to a dead bird flock into oblivion
I don't think that we've won anything yet what are these rats racing against? they just charge unquestioned
I never pay any attention I never could punch straight through the door more gentile than gentleman not a lightweight anymore my pulse slips I'm taking care of business when I look at what my wilted hands have sown
polish our pretenses just to numb the senses sweep the dust under the carpet best love-wreck your moods swing profusely sweating the small things we all say yes, yes in the end what are these rats racing against? they just charge un-questioned.
I never pay any attention I never could punch straight through the door more gentile than gentleman not a lightweight anymore my pulse slips I'm taking care of business when I look at what my wilted hands have sown
I know that I'm just one of them
I never pay any attention I never could punch straight through the door more gentile than gentleman not a lightweight anymore my pulse slips I'm taking care of business when I look at what my wilted hands have sown
I know that I'm just one of them