More songs by Pabst
Description
Artist: Pabst
Composer, Lyricist: Erik Heise
Composer: Tore Knipping
Composer: Tilman Kettner
Mixer, Mastering Engineer: Magnus Wichman
Additional Producer: Adam Lenox Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I thought it through
And the thought it left a bitter aftertaste
Like many things just seem to do these days
Like there's a black cloud over everythin'
All that's valuable just runs out of my head
And all that's left behind I can't forget
And all I do
I do to feed the demon on my back
Which only seems like I am starvin' myself
I'm sorry if I come off like a jerk
I just can't wait until the medicine works
I never thought we'd make it that far
Surprised to say the least but here we are
Buckle up, we're wayward-bound
Down the drain (down the drain) and up the spout
Don't turn around
Yeah, you're playin' with the big boys now
Come and weigh in for your final 'bout
Pushin' through it just to make a sound
Talk-of-town says knock-out first round
I never thought we'd make it that far
Surprised to say the least but here we are
Buckle up, we're wayward-bound
Down the drain (down the drain) and up the spout
I never thought we'd make it that far
Surprised to say the least but here we are
Buckle up, we're wayward-bound
Down the drain (down the drain) and up the spout