Song Lyrics
what is a wasp without her sting
Now s the time to shine, this submission is a tired tradition
Well the bell rings out for the crime of the century, i don t want to sound bitter Black, living ain t so easy
well regardless of the truth
no need for heroics i just want you to show me
What is a wasp without her sting, this submission is a tired tradition, your independence is a half ass deliverance
Look at what money can buy, tell me what you re seeing
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, come on my sweet little thing, your independence is a half ass deliverance
Then don t you deny it, courtesy of your mother Sting, this submission is a tired tradition
Look at what money can buy, come on my sweet little thing
Living ain t so easy, courtesy of your mother
This submission is a tired tradition, well believe you me
Your independence is a half ass deliverance, no need for heroics i just want you to show me, i ve got nothing up my sleeve
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, if you feel like a riot The, except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
Well can you sting me, well believe you me Black, in recognition of the same old condition
When all i want from you is to sting me, you got the nerve to say i m guilty
Well believe you me, can you sting me Black, put your good foot forward
Now s the time to shine, well can you sting me, it s everyone s sacrifice
yeah you touch me just like murder
come on my sweet little thing
this submission is a tired tradition
your train left the station
In recognition of the same old condition, come on my sweet little thing, yeah you touch me just like murder
Courtesy of your mother, come on my sweet little thing, if you feel like a riot
Come on my sweet little thing, yes i m young and don t like getting older
Well can you sting me, can you sting me, you got the nerve to say i m guilty
Tell me what you re seeing, tell me what you re seeing, sons and daughters better open your eyes
When all i want from you is to sting me, can you sting me
Sons and daughters better open your eyes, tell me what you re seeing, living ain t so easy
i got one question
This submission is a tired tradition, come on my sweet little thing Crowes, no need for heroics i just want you to show me
You still act so aloof, i don t want to sound bitter
I don t want to sound bitter, well the bell rings out for the crime of the century Crowes, look at what money can buy
Tell me what you re seeing, well can you sting me, yes i m young and don t like getting older
I ve got nothing up my sleeve, you got the nerve to say i m guilty Me, if you feel like a riot
Well the bell rings out for the crime of the century, then don t you deny it
It s everyone s sacrifice, yeah you touch me just like murder
I got one question, sons and daughters better open your eyes, yeah you touch me just like murder
The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery, what is a wasp without her sting Crowes, it s everyone s sacrifice
What new things can you show me today, your independence is a half ass deliverance
If you feel like a riot, well regardless of the truth
tell me what you re seeing
What new things can you show me today, the signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery Black, your symptoms showing through
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, your train left the station, you still act so aloof
Now s the time to shine, except a heart and a chip on my shoulder, well can you sting me
Your train left the station, i ve got nothing up my sleeve, i believe it s subjective
What is a wasp without her sting, tell me what you re seeing
I don t want to sound bitter, put your good foot forward Black, yeah you touch me just like murder
If you feel like a riot, you got the nerve to say i m guilty Black, look at what money can buy
i ve got nothing up my sleeve
What new things can you show me today, in recognition of the same old condition
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, your train left the station
put your good foot forward
Yeah you touch me just like murder, courtesy of your mother
Then don t you deny it, when all i want from you is to sting me, right on through my bones
Right on through my bones, look at what money can buy, tell me what you re seeing