365 Days

It’s gripping, I’m ripping
I haven’t just been sipping
Stressing, no messing
Will I ever learn my lesson?

I’m always amazed, by what can take place
Within the space of 300-365

Sinning, I’m spinning
In the beginning I was winning
Clinging, still swinging
If I could I would be stragging

I’m always amazed by what can take place
Within the space of 300-365

I’m empty of answers
Don’t nobody search me
The long neck’s a twist off
You don’t need a church key
I’m still full of questions
But can’t quite see clear
Twist off another
Twist off another
Twist off another
And bring on next year

Drilled, it killed
My guts are being spilled
Wailed, impaled
My last breath’s been inhaled
That’s still in me, I haven’t failed

I’m always amazed, by what can take place
Within the space of 300-365

I’m empty of answers
Don’t nobody search me
The long neck’s a twist off
You don’t need a church key
I’m still full of questions
But can’t quite see clear
Twist off another
Twist off another
Twist off another
And bring on next year

300-365
300-365
300-365
365 day!

Die Mighty Mighty Bosstones haetten an dieser stelle gerne
Eisgekuehlter bommerlunder von Den Toten Hosen gesampelt
Doch rechtsanwälte und plattenbosse haben dies mal wieder verhindert