That sounded like (Temper Trap) Barry Gibb
It sounds like f*ckin' Bee Gees
Five and one half
It doesn't mean I don't care
Sick from the guts of another interesting quote
'Bout the time I left you for dead
I have a theory based on nothing
It's absolute crap, it's so compelling
Publish me now, I'm a genius
Face full of fruit, wow
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Fistful of fingers and fishy business
Under the cross, a baby whispers
A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows
Of Europe asleep, so sound
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
You're making me rage, I want you to feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad
To feel so bad
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That sounded like (Temper Trap) Barry Gibb
It sounds like f*ckin' Bee Gees
Five and one half
It doesn't mean I don't care
Sick from the guts of another interesting quote
'Bout the time I left you for dead
I have a theory based on nothing
It's absolute crap, it's so compelling
Publish me now, I'm a genius
Face full of fruit, wow
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Fistful of fingers and fishy business
Under the cross, a baby whispers
A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows
Of Europe asleep, so sound
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
You're making me rage, I want you to feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad
To feel so bad
It sounds like f*ckin' Bee Gees
Five and one half
It doesn't mean I don't care
Sick from the guts of another interesting quote
'Bout the time I left you for dead
I have a theory based on nothing
It's absolute crap, it's so compelling
Publish me now, I'm a genius
Face full of fruit, wow
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Fistful of fingers and fishy business
Under the cross, a baby whispers
A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows
Of Europe asleep, so sound
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
You're making me rage, I want you to feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad
To feel so bad
Writer: SAMUEL DAVID CROMACK
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC