Ann Beretta - MCA lyrics
[Ann Beretta - MCA lyrics]
Write a letter to myself of white flags and
Surrender, I dig my trenches six feet deep
But where are you
Now? While we still stand proud
And you're still tripping on
Your feet so you better run for cover, Boy
The
Revolution just pulled your fucking number
I've been a
Vindictive man, I've been a man of power
But looking at you
Is just like pulling teeth
I said looking at you is
Just like pulling teeth so
Here's to our past, from the bottom of
Our glass, That tilted, Spilled
Hit the floor
Then smashed so here's to our past
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed i've seen a million faces
But I can't seem to forget the ones that burn
Me, But where are you now?
While we still stand proud
And you're still tripping on your
Feet so here's to our
Past, From the bottom of our
Glass, That tilted, Spilled, hit
The floor, Then smashed so
Here's to our past, from the
Bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed who starts the riot? Then
Hides behind it? You sing the
Songs, But you know we didn't buy it
When we heard it
On the streets, and we held it in our hearts
You made us what we hated
And you tore us all apart!
Who steps aside? You can't deny
You sing the songs
But you know we didn't buy it
When we heard it
On the streets, and we held it in our hearts
You made us what we hated
And you tore us all apart!
So here's to our past, From
The bottom of our glass
That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed so here's to
Our past, From the bottom of
Our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed
So here's to our past
From the bottom of our
Glass, That tilted, Spilled, hit the
Floor, Then smashed so here's to our past
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor, then smashed
Surrender, I dig my trenches six feet deep
But where are you
Now? While we still stand proud
And you're still tripping on
Your feet so you better run for cover, Boy
The
Revolution just pulled your fucking number
I've been a
Vindictive man, I've been a man of power
But looking at you
Is just like pulling teeth
I said looking at you is
Just like pulling teeth so
Here's to our past, from the bottom of
Our glass, That tilted, Spilled
Hit the floor
Then smashed so here's to our past
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed i've seen a million faces
But I can't seem to forget the ones that burn
Me, But where are you now?
While we still stand proud
And you're still tripping on your
Feet so here's to our
Past, From the bottom of our
Glass, That tilted, Spilled, hit
The floor, Then smashed so
Here's to our past, from the
Bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed who starts the riot? Then
Hides behind it? You sing the
Songs, But you know we didn't buy it
When we heard it
On the streets, and we held it in our hearts
You made us what we hated
And you tore us all apart!
Who steps aside? You can't deny
You sing the songs
But you know we didn't buy it
When we heard it
On the streets, and we held it in our hearts
You made us what we hated
And you tore us all apart!
So here's to our past, From
The bottom of our glass
That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor
Then smashed so here's to
Our past, From the bottom of
Our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed
So here's to our past
From the bottom of our
Glass, That tilted, Spilled, hit the
Floor, Then smashed so here's to our past
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted
Spilled, Hit the floor, then smashed