What Would You Have Me Do (Acoustic) (исполнитель: Local H)
Can you just go home defeated? Take your pride and eat it Crawl back beaten Sources are depleted Can you take the final hit and admit that you were wrong? Don't even call it even Bleedin' is believing Former well-being We're closing for the season Can you take the final hit and admit that you don't belong? Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now You're gonna have to leave it You know you'll never need it Wait till you see what we've planned for you And its heinous [bad word] on [bad word] on comeuppance You really are the star of the show right now And it's strange but kinda strange When clichés are [bad word] Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now And I am sorry to enjoy this But what would you have me do? What would you have me do? Can you just go home hated Half intoxicated Hopelessly outdated And not appreciated Can you take the final blow and know that you [bad word] up? Go state the overstated Keep [bad word] The over educated That hope you'll never make it Can you take the final blow and know they won't be shutting up Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now You're gonna have to leave it You know you'll never need it Wait till you see what we've planned for you And it's heinous [bad word] on [bad word] on comeuppance You really are the star of the show right now And it's strange but kinda strange When clichés are [bad word] Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now And I am sorry to enjoy this But what would you have me do? Baby's outta town but I see the light on What are you up to now? Headin' for the gun, I can see rock bottom No one will help you now Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now Gonna have to leave it You know you'll never need it Everything has been cut and dry for you And its heinous [bad word] on [bad word] on comeuppance You really are the star of the show right now And it's strange but kinda strange When clichés are [bad word] Yeah Beaten six ways till Sunday Beaten six ways till Sunday now And I am sorry to enjoy this But what would you have me do? What would you have me do? (x5) Beaten six ways till Sunday (x6) Hold tight It's New years Eve It will be cold tonight Kill the heat And shut out all the lights And cut the phone line too Alright We don't need nothing but cyanide Pulled out teeth won't be identified What would you have me do? You got it Hold tight It's New years Eve It will be cold tonight Kill the heat And shut out all the lights And cut the phone line too You got it Alright We don't need nothing but cyanide Pulled out teeth won't be identified What would you have me do? You got it Hold tight It's New years Eve (You got it) It will be cold tonight Kill the heat (You got it) And shut out all the lights And cut the phone line too (You got it) You got it Alright We don't need nothing (You got it) but cyanide Pulled out teeth (You got it) won't be identified (You got it) What would you have me do? You got it (You got it) (Gimme money, gimme blow) (Keep your girlfriend) (Yeah, I'm falling fast, I'm not gonna last)