If looks could kill

Herry / Herry

Stick to my guns and then, You say that I am a dreamer Times have changed, but so have I Just changed a little cleaner A friendly smile makes your face crack If looks could kill you’d shoot me in the back Now less than the shade Of a great life-story You still think you’re cool And that looks so sorry Many friends to betray In that little world of yours And you never spread the poise It was me to twist your words Everything you said back then now seems A lie, futile, so sad to see You’re having such a good time bringing people down But it takes a mirror to see a pathetic clown You play the same songs, just use different chords You talk the same crap, just use different words All that leaves your mouth is a twist of the truth To redefine punk means the end of you