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Running from your lovers to the covers of the others who will tell you they are brothers and then dissapear for ever and they never say, that do they?
Calling all the shots to carve a plot with what you got but there is not a real release from what they say is a disease, and it is all a play, honestly.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.
Talking up the town since you began to come around and found a passage underground to places where they keep the sound, of all this rage, another age.
Preaching from the hip about the trip that you will take to strip away the lies and grip what lies beneath between your teeth, and we are tuning in, and out again.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.
Listen to your soul and fill it up with rock and roll and fold away the notes you stole before they realise you’re gone, into the sunset, we haven’t left yet.
Tidy up up your things clean out your head dream from your bed of broken wings that fly like lead to keep the thousand stings in check and reach the bones of it, these new clothes won’t fit.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re not worth fixing, we need more stitching.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We’re beyond repair, don’t even go there.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We need more time, to cross those lines.
What good is it gonna do us, what good is it gonna do us?
We have no more money and it’s no longer funny.
