Un altro giorno la solita storia, solite facce, la solita ora, in cui mi alzo per andare a scuola, una condanna solo per un diploma! Scendo le scale
ترجمة: نعم انا خايمي. الايكولوجية منطقية.
in the sunshine in the middle of the night Paying bitches with the rain Abandon the real life and living out a dream I'm a mixed up girl, in a logical
help it, need to stop it All that I put myself through Everyone is so denying Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too I hate my alcoholic logic As I write
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle oh it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees well they could sing so happily
complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and over truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic And we're taught to stay far from it
could be so intricate I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in I wanna open it up and let somebody in Will you free me from the logic that I knew
birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me. But then they sent me away, to teach me how to be sensible, logical
I can dodge it with a shot of ninety proof With the jukebox now in session and the music ringin' true Drinkin' songs and other logic get me through Drinkin' songs and other logic
turning People cold And people burning CHORUS [x2] (Amphetamine logic) Hit up Steel in hand Lit up Like candles Burning Like Catherine wheels Turning On CHORUS [x3] (Amphetamine logic
me one good reason Give me more S.... Nothing but the knife to live for One life, all I need Give me one good reason Give me more S.... (Amphetamine Logic
So what do I say? So what can I say? The cards out on the table, Allison And I asked which, which version She lied and said she was a version The
we all need to feel secure we're so middle class But i'm still waiting for next week's chemical blast don't go feeling insecure, no feeling sad with
I wear the smile, I wear the laugh I'm in the backstage changing heads I am a weekday on weekends I hate my best friends Spoken, choked-up, punk man
i'll make my own way i'd make my own way don't bother counting on me loving me just stand back i'm gone oh this sorry joke you're a joke
The falling free on, it's turning me on It drips on the street, the sun cries from the heat I love feeling beat, I'll kiss the lipstick on your teeth
Lie on the floor of the runway, baby Wait for the ride; we'll have a comfortable flight Don't be afraid, to be afraid here with me And plunge, me toward
