| | Friends 'Til The Weekend Lyrics Artist(Band):2*sweet
This is the putrid smell of your own living hell Where heavy rain drowns out the sirens And every searchlight in the city Couldn't find me a place that I could call my own In this wretched place We stew in our mistakes With boiling blood we say everything is great What do you say when every word's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die What do you say When everything that you've been told's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die Old timer, coal miner Breathe in my dust I live in lust with the dark days Where the skies are cold and gray And life seems so constant and plain In this wretched place We stew in our mistakes With boiling blood we say everything is great What do you say when every word's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die What do you say When everything that you've been told's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die You can take my head at the gallows You can take my head at the gallows Or you could bring this war to my front door Or you could bring this war to my front door But you never were a friend in the first place But you never were a friend in the first place What do you say when every word's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die What do you say When everything that you've been told's a lie What will you do since you're just growing up to die If you find some error in Friends 'Til The Weekend Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Friends 'Til The Weekend The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "2*sweet" Music | |
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