Some days are gonna be diamonds some days are just gonna be stones
Some days the reaper isn't looking so grim some days
The past is the only mine that has gold
But don't get too heavy
Don't get so intense
Don't make you this party's problem
No one put a gun to your head
Nobody's accusing you of having a good time
Some days you're crawling forwards some days you're spinning backwards
Some days your bullshit detector's turned off some
Days a medieval torture test won't even trigger a cough
Don't get too petty
Don't be so exact
You can't let go you can't relax
A payment plan for heart attacks
You got your money who's got your back
Why can't we all just start from scratch
There's no gun to your head
Nobodys Accusing You Video (MV)
Performed By: Hot Hot Heat
Language: English
Length: 6:40
Written by: STEVE BAYS, PAUL GRANVILLE SCOTT HAWLEY, LUKE PAQUIN, LUKE JOSEPH PAQUIN, STEVEN AARON BAYS
Hot Hot Heat - Nobodys Accusing You Lyrics
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Some days are gonna be diamonds some days are just gonna be stones
Some days the reaper isn't looking so grim some days
The past is the only mine that has gold
But don't get too heavy
Don't get so intense
Don't make you this party's problem
No one put a gun to your head
Nobody's accusing you of having a good time
Some days you're crawling forwards some days you're spinning backwards
Some days your bullshit detector's turned off some
Days a medieval torture test won't even trigger a cough
Don't get too petty
Don't be so exact
You can't let go you can't relax
A payment plan for heart attacks
You got your money who's got your back
Why can't we all just start from scratch
There's no gun to your head
Some days the reaper isn't looking so grim some days
The past is the only mine that has gold
But don't get too heavy
Don't get so intense
Don't make you this party's problem
No one put a gun to your head
Nobody's accusing you of having a good time
Some days you're crawling forwards some days you're spinning backwards
Some days your bullshit detector's turned off some
Days a medieval torture test won't even trigger a cough
Don't get too petty
Don't be so exact
You can't let go you can't relax
A payment plan for heart attacks
You got your money who's got your back
Why can't we all just start from scratch
There's no gun to your head
Writer: STEVE BAYS, PAUL GRANVILLE SCOTT HAWLEY, LUKE PAQUIN, LUKE JOSEPH PAQUIN, STEVEN AARON BAYS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing