Texty:
Grinspoon Thrills Kills Sunday Pills

ready to roll Where were you when it got all dramatic? Hiding away in your hole Maybe on another Sunday, pick another time And we fight looking over your shoulder Maybe on another Sunday

care anymore Kills, thrills and Sunday pills I"m on a mission to kill Still 'cause nothin' thrills I can't help missin' you still Well, I always will Kills, thrills and Sunday pills

And you lied to the nation On your knees These a bid for the speaking Speak your mind Don?t let me stop you When you find Your bred for the killing

Someday we will find a way To forget what has become You're here, in spite of all your fears So just relax I've got the gun You're already really gone

I never gave a reason of why I didn't call Now I've grown so tired of lying to myself It cannot go unsaid I regret what they know Don't think it's all

If I could give you my life I would The chance to make you see how much All those peeps and forgotten plans Last one to feel your touch And they

So you have made some mistakes, You don't need beating down now you've found That you're alone in a crowd And back when we were younger We felt so old

1,2,3,4 oh no its over can i give you a call? we've come so far we can't climb over the walls yeah... caked up, break up and now i want to be friends

Someday we will find a way To forget what has become Your here in spite of all your fears Just relax I've got the gun Your already really gone