الأغاني: L.A. Guns. Waking The Dead. Frequency.

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

Even as a child
I was different from those
Excommunication from the ones
That I loathed

And no amount of threatening
Could make me inclined
All your propaganda
Could never change my mind

To hell with all you demons
You poor deluded fools
And take me to a place
Where there are no rules

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

And any body there
Ever broken a heart
Being you who are
And not playing the part

And all the best intentions
Could never make it real
Sorry to my lovers
But that's the way I feel

Changing like a season
No time for regrets
Don't you ever wonder
If this is good as it gets

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

This is not my
This is not my frequency
This is not my freq

So when it comes down
Are you in or your out?
Take a little time
And think about

I will not be driven
Like a rusty old Ford
I did it my way
I was not bored

Can't buy me off with silver
Won't do as I'm told
Keep your drunken hands off me
Your touch just leaves me cold