Written By: Dead Ringer For The Dunes
the pitter patter of feet on the ground, we lift our heads no one around,
the corner stone with nothing but net, three times as long we're not even there.
nothing wrong with the way that we live, super modern dumb primitive,
city streets and a smoke filled room, i'm out of here i'm off to the moon
i'm damned near starving for food for thought, dont roll your eyes and cackle and snort,
i'm feeling nothing through to the bone,
sometimes i feel it
my life is flashing before my eyes,
oh my god whats happening to me,
the ground is shaking from under my feet,
oh im short of air.
hey you (yes you) im talking to you,
is no respect so trendy to do,
over grown ears and chandeliers,
dont pretend you know my fears
a shitty day in paradise you earn respect there is no price
he chipped his tooth opening a beer,
i guess we'll hear
my life is flashing before my eyes,
oh my god whats happening to me,
the ground is shaking fom under my feet,
oh im short of air.
all the grounds fall, fall together and pray
all the grounds fall, fall together and pray
all the grounds fall, come together and pray
all the grounds fall, come together and pray
my life is flashing before my eyes,
oh my god whats happening to me,
the ground is shaking fom under my feet,
oh im short of air.
