Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dont Panic
Künstler:in
Theodore Felicetti
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Theodore Felicetti
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Pack your bags, we're runnin'
The mob is back and gunnin'
They're out for your head
Least that's the word on the street
It's over, it's over, they're onto us!
You know it's a crime to find a little time
To cut those ties
Take a look away from the feed
You're waitin'
You're waitin'
It's too late
Are you waiting?
They said you don't hear me
You might as well just string me up and never leave me alone
So what did I do wrong?
Right now, I think I'm leaving
I thought that second chances were for those that need 'em the most
So what did I do wrong?
Squeezin' the fight out of me
This shit is getting old
I'm bleedin'
But what's left to bleed?
And yet it bleeds me to the bone
It's over
It's over
It's over
(Yeah) It's over!
They said you don't hear me
You might as well just string me up and never leave me alone
So what did I do wrong?
Right now, I think I'm leaving
I thought that second chances were for those that need 'em the most
So what did I do wrong?
Make sure to hold me upright by the words I use
What good's a jury for the crime
When we're all accused?
I may as well just hang the rope
And let you tie the noose
And never cut me down
They said you don't hear me
You might as well just string me up and never leave me alone
So what did I do wrong?
Right now, I think I'm leaving
I thought that second chances were for those that need 'em the most
So what did I do wrong?
(Yeah!)
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