Текст песни: Battle Bones + перевод

I’ve got a feeling,

That you don’t know how to drink.

I keep repeating,

All the backwards versions of what I’d like you to think.

Because I don’t know why things would be this bad.

I’m not alone and what good friends I’ve had,

Even the ones who leave.

I feel like Fred Hampton,

Except I’m a fake and he was and is the truth.

To tell you the truth,

I don’t trust anyone,

Except myself it makes me sick,

I have to buy weapons.

Still I don’t know why things would be this bad.

I’m not alone and what good friends I’ve had,

Even the ones who leave.

I’ve got a stretch-mark on my mind,

For all it’s worth.

I’ve got a bad dream that blood makes wine.

I’ve got a stretch-mark on my mind,

For all it’s worth.

I’ve got a bad dream it happens all the time.

Money don’t mean much to me,

Besides I don’t have any,

You get what you see.

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