Songtext von The Daily Growl

Thought i felt a chill Thought an underrated skill A hazard to the emotionally challenged Fibers from a rope In the roughness of your hand you cope With cuddles and the gentle revolution The guts and gluttony The chicken of the sea Will hardly fill your restless void Powered by intel The useless crap you sell Will leave us More or less annoyed Down the street you go Rumors of a one man show How silly we can be about the future Parent to the cause A hustle through and then you pause To study or to ponder or reflect It's laid out in a line That curves and breaks with time And underscores this fragile nation But i guess it's right To love the girls who fight Off our manly acts of desperation