Matt Nathanson - Shouting lyrics
[Matt Nathanson - Shouting lyrics]
Living in the future
All my friends are punks they
Never heard The Clash
All my friends are vain
But scared of their reflection
Aiming for the wall never feel the crash
It's ours to win
We'll keep throwing punches til
The walls cave in
Thieves in the temple Eve and the apple
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit
Head full of judges, mouth full of luggage
We whisper, baby we should be shouting
Whoa oh oh, shouting
Whoa oh oh oh oh-whoa oh
All my friends are straight
Playing at being crooked
All my friends are rich
But always strapped for cash
All my friends are sad
But wanna live forever
Back against the wall, face against the glass
It's ours to win
We'll keep throwing punches til
The walls cave in
Thieves in the temple Eve and the apple
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit
Head full of luggage and a
Mouth full of judges
We whisper, baby we should be shouting
Whoa oh oh, shouting
Whoa oh oh oh oh-whoa oh
Whoa oh oh, shouting
Whoa oh oh oh oh-whoa oh
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit
Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit