作词 : The Penske File
作曲 : The Penske File
There were the boozehounds and hell seekers.
There was heels and tiaras.
There was odd balls, there was 8 balls
that sunk everything that they needed.
And somewhere in the mix up
I found myself in a sinister city
screaming, “Hallelujah.”

When life feels like it’s about to run away,
it mostly turns around to stay the same.

There was a joker and a prom queen,
an ace and suicide king,
and a handful of misfits,
whose engines won’t stop idling.
There were high tides,
there were low tides,
relationships and party ties
He said, “We don’t need to celebrate this
‘cause we celebrate like this every week.”

So come what may.

There were the boozehounds and hell seekers.
There was heels and tiaras.
There was odd balls, there was 8 balls
that sunk everything that they needed.
And somewhere in the mix up,
where I slashed my brain and bled my heart,
I painted your big picture.
But some days it falls apart.
And if I remember correctly,
there were three words that you said to me.

Come what may.