歌手:White Monkeys 白猴乐队
专辑:《The Cutting Floor》

作词 : Richie Cormack
作曲 : Dave Pearson
You'd Better
Just call it a day, you're doing the same thing.
Just Settle
You got a preachers mind but you baptised me.
Hot Kettle
You think you're doing it right because it's keeping me the same way
Fake News
You read it everyday and you're talking to me politically

You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, it doesn't really make you anything
You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me
Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream
And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen
It doesn't make you anything.

No Metal
You're just saying what you want digitally
Oh get outside, and put the sun on your face it might just rub you up the right way
And live it up and feel the fever the fever the fever of a fast lane
It's a long track walking back but now you've only got yourself to blame

You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, without us you aint anything
You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me
Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream
And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen

There's three reasons i'm standing here I want you just to understand the way they've been whispering around town,
The first is that i love you man, but you cannot comprehend how much your stock has fallen down,
The second is i'm here for you, deep down i know the rhythm in your heart beats the way that i do,
The third is that we better talk than whisper when you're sneaking out sneaking out, everyones without you.