Lyrics of the Month: March 2015
by Nic Olson
Bands with managers are going places.
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces.
But you don’t believe when I say that it won’t be alright.
Vans with 15 passengers are rolling over.
But I trust T. William Walsh and I’m not afraid to die.
But you don’t believe when I say that it won’t be alright.
That it won’t be alright.
Cause it won’t be alright.