When push comes to tripping over what you’ve slain,
you won’t worry. You’re no one anyone knows.
A minute’s less sleep and you’d’ve made your train.
Stand put upon where you are. The doors’ve closed.
When push comes to tripping over what you’ve slain,
you won’t worry. You’re no one anyone knows.
A minute’s less sleep and you’d’ve made your train.
Stand put upon where you are. The doors’ve closed.