Letra de 97 Heart Attack
Morning blurring into noon And I'm out of the old rustic black I'm seeing red, I'm feeling blue And working on this heart attackBut I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymoreBaritone the keys are broke The drum machines are running slow But I wrote down everything I could I tell you everything is goodBut I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymoreAnd I never had a name before No, I never played the Filthy Door But your Punk Rock Mom was wrong She ain't never listened to the songBut I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore