smooth spinning blues record,
singing away our tales of woe,
and our lost ambition,
idols and admiration.
our lost hopes,
rules and regulation.
No longer dissapointed,
i sing along,
excepting my fate,
wether it be wrong.
in a world of blues,
with jazzy hues,
and drunken girls,
with lighting cues,
porno scripts,
and party whips,
No longer dissapointed,
i sing along.