Pasota

They give you names, but they don’t know your real name
They play their games and you’re part of it every day
Your fire’s weak now and they’re pissing out the glow
Tell me where’s the next place you may go
I think I know…
You should run away
Find a place to stay
And leave your past all behind
It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt
To leave this town
And leave your past all behind
Your fire’s weak now and they’re pissing out the glow
Tell me where’s the next place you may go
I think I know…
You should run away
Find a place to stay
And leave your past all behind
It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt
To leave this town
And leave your past all behind
Some people always get the short end of the stick
Some people always get the short end of the stick
You should run away
Find a place to stay
And leave your past all behind
It won’t hurt, it won’t hurt
To leave this town
And leave your past all behind