10 acessos
The waters flow here in this cynic's paradise
So nice to be a part of something, and it's nice
So nice for you to pay attention
Long enough for me to mention
Chorus:
We toast our drinks and drink the wine
And whine about all of the times
Times are short
And we are boken
Broken down and beaten in
And yet we've tried to keep our grin
The necessary words
Unspoken
Well we've been lied to
Oh every time we've listened in
The sin is that we stopped to listen to that sweet song
So long that we've forgotten that the melody is rotten