Letra de Worry Rock
Another sentimental argument, and bitter love Fucked without a kiss again Dragged it through the mud Yelling at brick walls, and punching windows made of stone The worry rock has turned to dust And fallen on our prideA knocked down, dragged out fight Fat lips and open wounds Another wasted night And no one will take the fallWhere do we go from here And what did you do with directions? Promise me no dead end streets And I'll guarantee we'll have the roadA knocked down, dragged out fight Fat lips, and open wounds Another wasted night And no one will take the fallAnother sentimental argument, and bitter love Fucked without a kiss again Dragged it through the mudWhere do we go from here And what did you do with directions? Promise me no dead end streets And I'll guarantee we'll have the road And I'll guarantee we'll have the road And I'll guarantee we'll have the road