That sounded like (Temper Trap) Barry Gibb
It sounds like fuckin' Bee Gees
[Verse 1]
Five and one half
It doesn't mean I don't care
Sick from the guts of another interesting quote
'Bout the time I left you for dead
I have a theory based on nothing
It's absolute crap, it's so compelling
Publish me now, I'm a genius
Face full of fruit, wow
[Chorus]
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
[Verse 2]
Fistful of fingers and fishy business
Under the cross, a baby whispers
A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows
Of Europe asleep, so sound
[Chorus]
It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad
[Bridge]
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
Tradition on trial
[Chorus]
You're making me rage, I want you to feel so bad
For all of the others making me feel so bad
So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend
You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad
To feel so bad
[Intro] That sounded like (Temper Trap) Barry Gibb It sounds like fuckin' Bee Gees [Verse 1] Five and one half It doesn't mean I don't care Sick from the guts of another interesting quote 'Bout the time I left you for dead I have a theory based on nothing It's absolute crap, it's so compelling Publish me now, I'm a genius Face full of fruit, wow [Chorus] It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad For all of the others making me feel so bad So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad [Verse 2] Fistful of fingers and fishy business Under the cross, a baby whispers A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows Of Europe asleep, so sound [Chorus] It's making me rage, it's making me feel so bad For all of the others making me feel so bad So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad [Bridge] Tradition on trial Tradition on trial Tradition on trial Tradition on trial [Chorus] You're making me rage, I want you to feel so bad For all of the others making me feel so bad So neck all your friends, I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad To feel so bad Explain Request ×
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