Texty:
Darwinson

Bobby Darwin's daughter looks up from the bible She's been reading to the clock on her dirty wall of a double wide, its 3 am. Her husbands on the town

I killed myself today I wish I could explain I tried to find another way to tell you how I feel it I tried to find another way to make you proud of me

I emerge with a dirge, I'll speak until my death rattle There's a war outside the blackboard jungle prepare for battle Those who sleep the American dream

Since I was a kid I've had a black cloud follow me I need to clear my head before the ground starts to swallow me Killed your companions then complained

Fostered my fears for years I've disappeared within Reflecting what could've been I'd kill myself to start again What's left for them? A dirty box with

Every morning, rise out of bed Echoing the words that your parents once said Plan ahead, but you've got other plans instead If all you think about's the

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, are

Ok, es geht vorbei, auch wenn es ewig scheint und in Deinem Herzen bleibt. Mach den Mund auf und schrei, damit im Augenschein, man Dir den Rest verzeiht

Bobby Darwin's daughter looks up from the bible she's been reading to the clock on her dirty wall of a double wide, its 3 am. Her husbands on the town