Thursday, 23 March 2017

The Growlers - Monotonia


Nothing quite ever comes out right
When you try to say something clean
It’s hard to hide from the thrashing nights
Nobody cares about a junkie’s dream

More of a sucker than a fiend
It’s hard to turn down a smiling friend
When everything becomes a scene
You can’t make old dreams brand new again

Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Un asesino lento

Sleep will get in the way most times
Dreams will lead you to the middle of nowhere
Still rather hitch a ride on a dream
Than to rot with your thumb in the air

Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Un asesino lento

Another cigarette, another stiff drink
Getting tired of the same things
Nobody needs another empty reason
Just some to believe in

Nothing quite ever comes out right
When you try to say something clean
It’s hard to hide from the thrashing nights
Nobody cares about a junkie’s dream

More of a sucker than a fiend
It’s hard to turn down a smiling friend
When everything becomes a scene
You can’t make old dreams brand new again

Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Y la monotonía es un asesino lento
Un asesino lento

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