LYRICS
So ya think you want to see the world?
Told everyday you’re going to get old
Well maybe you’d better think twice
The big bad world really ain’t nice
Take your life in your own hands…
… a roll of the dice
[interlude]
Gave up on rebuilding roam
Clawing my way back home
Given up on building roam
Clawing my way back home
[Nero fiddles]
Well maybe you’ll find somebody nice
Listen to more than my bad advice
Good humor alone might suffice
Separating the men from the mice
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: C E / Am E / C E Am
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar
From the album Premortem