jueves, 1 de abril de 2010

What a nerve!

Beneath a starry night you go back home
Your wife is crying beside the phone
Thinking that something could have happened to you
And you try to make up excuses
Say you were working all night long
And she believed you
But said that you could have gave her a call
Days had passed and you keep on wounding her

*She that only believe everything you say
And you just making up stories
Which not even you believe*

Your daughter have done something wrong
At least everybody think so
And you have faced her so hardly
What give you the right to judge about her
When what you do is more shameful
At least she haven´t hurt nobody

*Chorus

With what face you dare to speak
It´s your wife who´s bleeding by your lies
She don´t even know the loss of blood
Is because of you!

*Chorus

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