Songtexte & Übersetzungen von Powderfinger

It's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command Soon enough it comes And settles in its place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day This life well it's slippi

Spoon fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite