Song | Pay Us No Mind |
Artist | The Staves |
Album | Dead & Born & Grown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Easy come, easy go, | |
Tell me things I want to know. | |
Drink until your lips are black, | |
You’ve given things you’ll never get back, | |
Oh you silly thing | |
Cold sheets of linen, | |
Doomed from the beginning. | |
Do what you will, | |
Leave the worry to the women; | |
That’s our game to play | |
But, oh, we will say anything - | |
Pay us no mind | |
You were right and I was wrong | |
To tarry here for far too long. | |
Pick me up, wish me luck, | |
Fare thee well, I don’t give a fuck anymore | |
But, oh, you could say anything | |
And I wouldn’t mind | |
Think of me, sweet Anthony, in private disarray. | |
I never needed sympathy, I only want to say | |
That I’m not afraid to shout, I’m not afraid to tell. | |
And we’re ready now to give them all hell. | |
And you always said it’s every man for himself. | |
But, oh, we will say anything - | |
Pay us no mind. |
Easy come, easy go, | |
Tell me things I want to know. | |
Drink until your lips are black, | |
You' ve given things you' ll never get back, | |
Oh you silly thing | |
Cold sheets of linen, | |
Doomed from the beginning. | |
Do what you will, | |
Leave the worry to the women | |
That' s our game to play | |
But, oh, we will say anything | |
Pay us no mind | |
You were right and I was wrong | |
To tarry here for far too long. | |
Pick me up, wish me luck, | |
Fare thee well, I don' t give a fuck anymore | |
But, oh, you could say anything | |
And I wouldn' t mind | |
Think of me, sweet Anthony, in private disarray. | |
I never needed sympathy, I only want to say | |
That I' m not afraid to shout, I' m not afraid to tell. | |
And we' re ready now to give them all hell. | |
And you always said it' s every man for himself. | |
But, oh, we will say anything | |
Pay us no mind. |
Easy come, easy go, | |
Tell me things I want to know. | |
Drink until your lips are black, | |
You' ve given things you' ll never get back, | |
Oh you silly thing | |
Cold sheets of linen, | |
Doomed from the beginning. | |
Do what you will, | |
Leave the worry to the women | |
That' s our game to play | |
But, oh, we will say anything | |
Pay us no mind | |
You were right and I was wrong | |
To tarry here for far too long. | |
Pick me up, wish me luck, | |
Fare thee well, I don' t give a fuck anymore | |
But, oh, you could say anything | |
And I wouldn' t mind | |
Think of me, sweet Anthony, in private disarray. | |
I never needed sympathy, I only want to say | |
That I' m not afraid to shout, I' m not afraid to tell. | |
And we' re ready now to give them all hell. | |
And you always said it' s every man for himself. | |
But, oh, we will say anything | |
Pay us no mind. |