Tiny Victories - Get Lost Mr. Bones lyrics

rate me

hen I saw you you were standing there on the sun

You were tired of feeling sorry for everyone

You said there was nothing left that you could do

Cuz everything is getting worse and we are too

Yeah we are too

I'm the son of the savior so I should know

How the waves crashing down they roll you home

Don't tell me that this is how it's all meant to be

Don't tell me that heaven's made of fallen leaves

Well I don't know but I've been told

They say the city of heaven is lined with gold

There's more liquor in your glass and champagne in the back

And there are 50 dollar bills in the backseats of cabs

Yeah I've been trying to get in but all I can say is

They've got a million different ways to make you pay

They've got a million different ways to make you pay

They've got a million different ways to make you pay

They've got a million different ways to make you pay

They've got a million different ways to make you pay