Armies of Weird Songtext
von Medals

This is not trouble, this is not hurt
We are all just seeds scattered in the dirt
But we grow strong with every single hit
We are not jaded just used to it

You′re so good with your tongue or so you say
I was your beautiful boy but now I'm OK
You were so wired, I was so numb
You said you were better than everyone

But I won′t be your last to know
The arrow in your crooked bow
You can't love too much and that's a fact
So what I′m over-dramatic and you overreact

I wonder where is this promised land
Where the good run free of the world′s demands
This is not now, there are no saints
Just armies of weird who barricade the gates


You're so good with your tongue or so you say
I was your beautiful boy but now I′m OK
You were so wired, I was so numb
You said you were better than everyone

But I won't be your last to know
The arrow in your crooked bow
You can′t love too much and that's a fact
So what I′m over-dramatic and you overreact

No I won't be your last to know
The arrow in your crooked bow
You can't love too much and that′s a fact
So what I′m over-dramatic and you overreact

I wonder where is this promised land
Where the good run free of the world's demands
This is not now, there are no saints
Just armies of weird who barricade the gates

I wonder where is this promised land
Where the good run free of the world′s demands
This is not now, there are no saints
Just armies of weird who barricade the gates


A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you
A happy soul put the devil in you