Foo Fighters - Good Grief Lyrics
Since Im putting down all of the true things around, but I like itI handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of mayThe thought of being ousted comes and goesWhen I think about it the wind blowsI hate itRun me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown atPissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate smileMissed all of the sideways, gull and nounChills and petty band-aids, wrapped aroundI hate itGood grief