Mates Of State - Whiner's Bio Lyrics
You can wait all night, I'll never stop complainingAs I look into those eyes I can't behave'Cause this song's not rightIt's the legend that your afterI'm occluded 'round the clock, a central shameThis is the writing of the whiner's bioWho wants to win them overI can relate when everything stays the sameTo achieve gall and orders firstThis jag, it's a positive force that won't budge(We all join hands, the whistle blows)These tastes of silver belong on a ship(What's with this competition though?)And if I had any language, it's yours(Let's all join hands, the whistle goes)This jag, it's a positive force that won't budge(No need for competition though)I can relate when everything stays the sameThe answers are beneath you, sweetThis jag, it's a positive force that won't budge(We all join hands, the whistle blows)This is the writing of the whiner's bioThese tastes of silver belong on a ship(What's with this competition though?)That was the writing of the whiner's bio
