time has come, in the end
When there's nothing to do
I'm your best friend in the end
When there's nowhere to go
And the funny thing is
You think that I'll fuck you
No!
Like a plane without wings
A bus without wheels
Is how I feel
In the dirt on the ground
You walk on a tail down
And tomorrow will
come unspoken
When I say hello
When there's something to do
I've nothing but
Nothing but nothing to do
And tomorrow will come unspoken
when I say hello
When you've nothing to do,
your last resort, friend in the end
With the time that's come, in the end
You've nowhere to go,
think you're my best friend
In the end, when there's somewhere to go
I'll show you how it feels,
make damn sure you know
Like a plane without wings,
a box without wheels
Is how you feel
like the dirt on the ground
I'll walk all over until
you're down
To morrow will come unspoken
when I say hello
We need something to do,
nothing but, nothing but nothing to do
Tomorrow will come unspoken
when I say hello
When you've nothing to do,
you'll have your sword
friend in the end
And tomorrow will come unspoken
when I say hello
When you've something to do,
and nothing but nothing,
and nothing to do
And tomorrow will come unspoken
when I say hello
When you've nothing to do,
you'll have your sword
friend in the end
Oh thank you.
How sick was that first band?
They're good, right? Locolac? Yes.
You guys are awesome.