Buck‐Passer Songtext
von Dirty Talons

You point your finger
Bend it backwards till it snaps
The frustration lingers
Cos your words are a trap

Hold up a mirror
And see what′s staring back

Buck-passer
You won't walk all over me

An exception to the rule
Wash your hands of the blame
You must think that I′m a fool
I see straight through your ways


I wonder how it must be
To see things through your eyes
Are you really happy?
Or is it all just a disguise?

Are things getting any clearer?
No one else you can attack
Are things getting any clearer?
No one else you can attack

Buck-passer
You won't walk all over me
A monument to unaccountability
Buck-passer
You won't trample me to the ground
You′ll soon be left with no one else around