Woe Unto Us lyrics by Have A Nice Life. They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck I believe, believe, that...
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They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut
And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck
I believe, believe, that you’re the God of Abraham
And you’ll strike me dead, but in the end, what the fuck do I care?
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
There’s a restlessness in our bones
We can never be alone
Because what if I decide
That my life has been a waste?
So woe be unto us
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