One Last Time
A pictures worth a thousand words.
You useless lies are for the birds.
You don't care if they sting or burn
I don't think you'll ever learn.
Flames grow.
Hot and wild.
While the wind.
Is tender and mild.
Come on, and sing for me.
One last time.
That pathetic excuse you call a line.
You useless lies are for the birds.
You don't care if they sting or burn
I don't think you'll ever learn.
Flames grow.
Hot and wild.
While the wind.
Is tender and mild.
Come on, and sing for me.
One last time.
That pathetic excuse you call a line.