Besedila:
Final Word Something To Prove

about the things that you've done It's all about who you are And i don't give a shit about who you know Why do you have something to prove

roots Of that same head you've twice removed Now, a lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die, well, ha ha ha I remember everything, the words

fool in me believes There is sense in it In distant shores of green It's over now You've finally approached Still there's something left to do Draw me and prove

your mind so that you can't speak And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when ya finally

the wrist and point quick No distortion at this bit So don't take too long I think I need my fix Something is so complete Obvious that you are the final

and out of riddles Looking me straight in the eye But it seems like something's missing From the days when he was more my size Ten years older and I've finally

[SLUG] 7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio The evening is over Another morning, another opportunity To do something progressive prove that

Tell me something to ease my worry, tell me something to calm me down Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol Tell me something

is What a surprise you finally arrived What a surprise you finally arrived What a surprise you finally arrived What a surprise you finally arrived What a surprise you finally