TRIPES

Rob me if you can

Steal my heart

Take all of my gold

I’m not bold

In a hotel room

The phone’s ringing

Someone found

A broken heart

This is the short story of my life

D’you wanna listen of its tender part?

This is the short story of my life

During the tale might be I was fault

As soon as possible

I open up my chest

And put my soul-goblet back

‘Cause my inside’s black

I try to feel once more

I know it’s hard

The blood doesn’t flow

Can’t see the glow

This is the short story of my life

D’you wanna listen of its tender part?

This is the short story of my life

During the tale might be I was fault

Please beat again

Let’s work again

Pump the red blood

Into my hub!

Please beat again

Let’s work again

Pump the red blood

Into my hub!

Will I fall in love?

Will I ever climb a hill?

Will I grow old?

‘Cause no one told

Please beat again

Let’s work again

Pump the red blood

Into my hub!

Please beat again

Let’s work again

This is the short story of my life

D’you wanna listen of its tender part?

This is the short story of my life

During the tale might be I was fault

Pravda K.

TRIPES Music. 2006.