Couldle Wouldle

i spit the wrist in the bad spawn
i miss – don´t make it right
then I took the bus with my muddy skunk
the can is not full inside

the medicine in a murky face
the bird is a merl so saint
the merl is back under pale moon
let´s loose in the white – white

i could't fight the occupation
so I left it there outside
a marist is born in a monster´s bed
let´s make a photo side - side

i take the money a kiss to go
if you don´t make it right

i take the money a kiss to go
if you don´t make it right

and then I saw you´re trippin´ again
so we are the last team that fights
i have the sun under my phone
and everyone is feeling right

hey you are not in the middle of the road
and you don´t need another sign
we really make the same damn atmosphere
two morons have meet each other

have you ever been a while
with two morons to pass a mile

here we are now
now here we are
if we could we would
oh how we would if we could

here we are now
now here we are
we´r find the wrist in the mud
we do the story and go

here we are now now here we are

could you give a fuck you never had a worthful task?
ever asked yourselve, the reason who you are?
have you ever walk alone, to the end of youre been?
do you embrace the feeling of a melancholy mood?