Shall I? Shanty Lyrics – Rad Pitt

Shall I? Shanty Lyrics by Rad Pitt

Light a match my friend
Set fire to the roof
And burn this place
Right down goes the trend

Torn jeans, fresh boots
You can keep your copycat
Styles come and go
Whether literal or foe

You can imitate your own
Heroes never know
Why you do it for the show
You all just do the same thing

Down
Run down
Tied down
In this town

To be the ones who know
Where they wanna go
Your living by a mould
It’s all a boring joke

Down
Mowed down
Tied down
In this town

I couldn’t take the pain
Another cry for fame
The pure are thrown away
Just dead words

For all thе years that we spoke
Thеy will go up in smoke
But the times that we had
Means nothing?

Cut it, cut In
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it out
Cut it, cut in
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it out

Cut it, cut in
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it out
Cut it, cut in
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it out

For want of better things
We all want better things
For what of better things
We all want better things
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Rad Pitt Lyrics – Shall I? Shanty

Rad Pitt

Shall I? Shanty