LYRICS
Watching all the head banging
Jumping on the bandwagon
Claim the fame of a train wreck
What the heck
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world
Feeling all the needling
Lost your youthful seedling
Are you always told
You’re growing old
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world
At “The End” of your rope
Debating if you’ll cope
Waiting for your fate’s
Too late
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: C B7 E
Recording: digital 9-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Drums
From the album Premortem