The Mess – The Garden Lyrics
Little miss understood
We'll forever be
Laughing at them
Because they're laughing at me
Just a bullshit era, not at all my thing
What a damn mess, just a runaway train
Just a runaway train
Ha, what's up, on a train
What's the fuckin' point of saying anything
Nothings thought out
We just play into their hands
Little miss understood, we'll forever be
Laughing at them because they're laughing at me
I'm a runaway man, in the mess they say to stay
Script of the disorder
I turn the page
No more kings, no more crowns
Shut the window
With your mouth stop making sound
Now slam the door
Slam the door
For the individual I'm a whorе
Slam the door, slam the door
Not fat enough, always morе
Left right left
Left right left
Left right left
Left right left
We'll get right to work
And when were done
We'd happy
To let you kick us in the ass for fun
The Mess, do The Garden, integra o álbum Bootleg; composição de Wyatt Shears e Fletcher Shears. Lançada em 10 de julho de 2026.
