Laughtrack 歌詞

You've got your radio rock station, Make yours mistakes, no reservations. A brend new days just finds you, Thinking of the nigths before her. Still losing sleeps, oh it's, Nothing new, nothing more. You've got no one to watch you try, You've got nothing to get you by. Come on! You're torn apart, no time to wonder, Yours yesterday's has stole your thunder. Right! You call the shots, but now you're Shooting blanks and don't know how. You pill the strings and clip their wings, In fact they hate you now. You've got no one to watch you try, You've got nothing to get you by. A brend new days just finds you, Thinking 'bout the nigths before her. Cussing as you cross yourself, It's nothing new, nothing more. You've got no one to watch you try, You've got nothing to get you by. The jokes on you, The jokes on you, The jokes on you, The jokes on ... you!