Cliche
It's just another cliche, that rock'' roll is yet dead
Look at my resume, ain't I looking great
It ain't another cliche, the world is running on empty
She needs our company Action is running late
Here is another cliche that it's a matter of dough babe
I'm out of credit whoe, still you love me anyway
I just can't take that state of mind,
I bust a move and run the signs
I fuss and fight below the lines
I'm out of my mind
I'm out of my mind
I cut some slack and go ahead
My life ain't worth a living dead
I fuss and fight below the lines
I'm out of my mind
I'm out of my mind
It ain't another cliche, that the world is running on empty
She needs our company Action is running late
Don't give a fuck about me, you'll be fulfilling your cliches
They're made in Germany all for one but me
I'm not scared of the dark
I'm not scared of the Boogieman
Be a man and to do my best
To do my best is my own quest...