Jon Langford - Over the Cliff
And I tried hard but I don't want to stay
I seen too much trouble
Felt to much pressure bubble
I know there had to be a better way
I wouldn't mind if you thought I was worth it
Or you'd slap me down when I misbehave
But everybody knows
I've got funky here in tow
To clean up all the messes that I've made
And I'm goin over the cliff
Yeah I'm goin over the cliff
It's hard to tell if life is a burden or a gift
I'm goin over the cliff
So forgive me or forgеt me everybody
I guеss I always had this on a streak
Sick of all the yawning
The bitchin and the ballin
Sick of feeling powerless and weak
Please don't call me cool just call me asshole
Cause I would be a beggar not a king
But the devil don't care if
You're chip or you're a fish
And I'm going over the cliff
I'm going over the cliff
Yeah I'm going over the cliff
Success on someone else's terms
Don't mean a fucking thing
I'm going over the cliff
New York and LA they send me faxes
So the company can wash their hands of this
There was no one there
To look after me or care
So I'm going over the cliff
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