We're at the bottom, on the losing end
Always played for the passion but now it seems to stand for nothing
I don't mind not making a cent
As long as there's not a cent to be made
From all the bands who are paying your bills, consider this a threat...
Take your hands out of my fucking pocket!
Time and time again We're at the bottom, on the losing end Always played for the passion but now it seems to stand for nothing I don't mind not making a cent As long as there's not a cent to be made From all the bands who are paying your bills, consider this a threat... Take your hands out of my fucking pocket! Explain Request ×
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