Powderfinger Blanket текст песни, слова песни Blanket Powderfinger
Powderfinger - Blanket
You're attitude and angst seem to have gone
Is there no way you can be what you have said?
Another self-serving sermon
You can stand and beat your breast
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You've got it rough
Haven't you got it rough
So you shoot shoot shoot
From the lip
While you emulate the man that touched your heart
Imitate at due cost
Your comment on positions out of reach
Contradict the very words you preach
You can stand and beat your breast
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You've got it rough
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