Текст песни Fiddleheads

Just get by, get by, get by, get by, get by, get by and die Just get by, get by, get by, get by, get by, get by and die Just get by, get by, get by, get by, get by, get by and die If I could just get around to do what I want I'd make my finest art Grown men cry and young kids rise, melt my mother's heart See the world and show it my soul, fearless as I glow But the earth's not spinning right for me, so stay here in my hole So hit the alarm Make that drive Show up to work Blink, blink, blink and then we die I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by Good thing I got my ride or die's I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by I don't wanna just get by Good thing I got my ride or die's