The End of The Day - текст песни
The End of The Day
Chorus:
At the end of the day, I do just what I want
At the end of the day, I play just when I want
Chorus
Who the fuck are you to say what I can or cannot do
You talk shit about me constantly with your weak judgmental crew
Spread lies about me, cry about me like it's your God-given task
If you spent more time thinking about me, I'd have your head right up my ass
Chorus
...and you still need your mom to pay the rent.
You call me a fake, I'm cashing in your scene, you're giving me some punk rock test
You say, "How could you do so much better than me?" but all you do is meth
Chorus
...and you still need your mom to play the rent.
You try to define what my music should be, like you're an authority
I have my own teachers, I'll never need your help
No matter what you say, no matter what I play
If I want to play metal, that's all right with me
I don't care if it's not all right with you, 'cos it's all right with me
I don't give a fuck if it's okay, 'cos it's all right with me
...and really, it's just music after all
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