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