Quiet Kid Songtext
von Dead Confederate

Even the smallest dog can bite
You touch any animal inside
Pissing away pathetic lives
Take them away today I might
You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing
Nothing′s wrong and nothing's right
Do it today, I think I might
A gun is an easy way to fight
I′m gonna make you kneel and cry
Fuck and kill everyone in sight
Torture you slowly, if I have time
So do your schoolwork, you'll be fine
Take 'em away today I might
You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing You offered me nothing
You offered me nothing
I was the quiet kid
Never could get enough
Full oxygen
Choking on boredom′s gun
With daydreams
Dark is a swollen cup
What killed you?
Or when my time ran out
I was the quiet kid
Never could get enough
Full oxygen
Choking on boredom′s gun
With daydreams
Dark is a swollen cup
What killed you?
Or when my time ran out