Faker Songtext
von Abi Wade

Oh you look like a faker
Your hands down to your knees
Your shirt your tie your flat attire
My fakers only blight
Trouble me now for I don′t want to leave
Follow me down this habits sure to make you bleed
The front with space to flee
Trouble me now for I don't want to lose
Ahh you′re sure to be shaken
When you truth swallows your pride
And you twist and snarl with a tigers heart
In a never-ending tie


Falling
Ah ah ooo didn't you want me falling
Down
Falling ahah oh
Bevelled a groove to beguile you sorry fool you
Ooo your hands on the trigger
And trigger cold resists
As your sinews strain in a dreamlike state
And you toss and turn for light
Falling ah ah o didn't want me falling
Down
Falling ah ah o bevelled a groove to beguile you sorry fool you.