5150 Songtext
von Drinking.Bleach

I found a razor tucked in a magazine
I thought it strange but nothing too startling
Then I saw the doctor, said my brain had turned on me
Think of that razor in all of my dreams

You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges and start again
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges, it never ends

I speak in static, soaked in formaldehyde
You′re made of plastic, strong but you're dead inside
And fashion your dagger, save one for Donny boy
Fashion your daggers and slip one into my eye


Oh you get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges and start again
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges, it never ends
You get along
You get along

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No one asked me
But for all your beauty
You bruise ugly
No one gets out
Do you feel full now?
Cause I fell empty
And I′m sure you're me