Jabba Hot Running Around
Lying in my bed, it's morning Thinking of my life Sure, this life is pretty boring Ready to go to the knife People in the hall are fighting Everyone are losers You can't sleep coz the are shouting All they are accusers She came over yesterday Told me how to do She doesn't have the time to say How our love can blow Wonder if she like me yet What'ya think about it? Soon one month then we met Don't you think we fit? What is that? Why is that? Where is that? Who is that? Chorus: You sat at the floor and ate some flaming pies The lights hasn't changed and the man in the car do dies I'm running around at a globe, where I live forever I don't think it's funny when you are so clever I went into my life to see I understood my hollow I hoped the hollow not belonged to me I just want you to follow The dustman swiped around the ground He died on his birthday His rests were never found Coz they lied in Pamela's bay What is that? Why is that? Where is that? Who is that? You sat on the floor... Lied in my bed, it was morning Thoughted of my life Sure, this life was pretty boring Ready to go to the knife People in the hall were fighting Everyone were losers You couldn't sleep coz the were shouting All they were accusers What is that? Why is that? Where is that? Who is that? You sat on the floor...
