Album: Reality Bites (1998)

Doomed From The Start


You opened your foodgate and closed down the store
And spread your disease like an unrubbered whore

Doomed from the start - tear your goals apart

You´re so fucking lost, there´s nothing to say
Maybe we don´t suit you but we won´t go away
(Keep your hand on your gun, don´t trust anyone)
Make a move and you´ll see what the fuck you mean to be