Trend has taught me wrong, I`ve made a bunch of crap
ppl say it`s getting better though.
old records on tape, they were dust on my head
but it`s filled with mellow wine
Give me extra cheeze I`m dying for a new one
Making the same old shit, it`s a shame on me,
Standing up for my scene, sitting down where I was
it`s the way
Tread on your roll, you`ve made a shining stone
ppl say it`s nothing special though.
Rip off an old duct tape, they are sticky till the end
but it`s pure and bare naked
Give me something straight I`m dying for a new one
listening to the same old shit, it`s a shame on me,
Standing up for your scene, sitting down where you were
it`s one way
Stand on this long, weighted, no-one-called for a road
I`ll stand on this line on my own <=
Traces of old stains, it`s giving endless fuel
it`s filled with mellow wine