Sad Tomorrows
Flying High in the friendly sky,
Without leaving the ground,
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
And have laid their bodies down
I go to the place where danger waits -
And its bound to forsake me.
So stupid minded,
But I go crazy, when I cant find it,
In the morning I'll be alright my friends-
Soon the night - will bring the pains again
Flying hight in the friendly sky,
Without ever leaving the ground,
Aint seen nothing but trouble baby - paraphernalia is my name
Theres a place where the feeling awaits me,
Self destructions in my hands
So stupid minded,
But I go crazy, when I can find it
I know Im hooked my friends,
To the boy
Who makes slaves out of men...
Ahhh yeah
I did the best I could
Nobody understood
Ahhh yeah
I did the best I could
Nobody understood
