Fake Problems - Holy Attitude lyrics
[Fake Problems - Holy Attitude lyrics]
I go for drinks with the
Thieves on these streets
They take what they want then
They let me free
I used to be a well respected man
From new york city to san fran
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I play the guitar and you
Sing your songs to me
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
Used to be a confidant girl
Before i came into your world
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I go for drinks with the
Thieves on these streets
They take what they want then
They let me free
I used to be a well respected man
From new york city to san fran
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I play the guitar and you
Sing your songs to me
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
Used to be a confidant girl
Before i came into your world
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
Camouflaged by pretty faces
Dying cells and flooding basements
No one really knows where we are
So lets make a run for it
Swim back up to the surface
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
By pretty faces
Dying cells and flooding basements
No one really knows where we are
So lets make a run for it
Swim back up to the surface
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
Thieves on these streets
They take what they want then
They let me free
I used to be a well respected man
From new york city to san fran
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I play the guitar and you
Sing your songs to me
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
Used to be a confidant girl
Before i came into your world
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I go for drinks with the
Thieves on these streets
They take what they want then
They let me free
I used to be a well respected man
From new york city to san fran
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
I play the guitar and you
Sing your songs to me
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
Used to be a confidant girl
Before i came into your world
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
Camouflaged by pretty faces
Dying cells and flooding basements
No one really knows where we are
So lets make a run for it
Swim back up to the surface
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
By pretty faces
Dying cells and flooding basements
No one really knows where we are
So lets make a run for it
Swim back up to the surface
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
I write about the visions i see
While you do penance for the
Lord down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill
You but probably won't tonight
So i sit back and you get high