Besedila: Spiritual Beggars. Picking From The Box.

Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind
Now I can't even sleep when I'm drunk
But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad
Dreaming away back home

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box
Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much
Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap

Bitter blood reveals
You keep kissing the strings of hope
You pray to keep them warm
But somehow you always wake up cold

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box
Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much
Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap

Bitter blood reveals
You keep kissing the strings of hope
You pray to keep them warm
But somehow you always wake up cold

I know its hard to break away from here
But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real
Money ain't all that counts when the day is done

Harmony is not something you buy
But keep on raping yourself you fake
You ain't got the guts to change
Poison yourself cos you're scared to loose, what!

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box
Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much
Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap

Bitter blood reveals
You keep kissing the strings of hope
You pray to keep them warm
But somehow you always wake up cold