Alba s touto skladbou:
Season 3,
Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You'll walk in this tale
Turned in as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue
You'll just see the worst of me
With a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, let's see... your life
You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid young brother
You've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight ... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger Now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry ... anymore
A fear sleeps, inside your stomach ... it swims
A torn boy alone in need
Of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song
Of a time we're glad is long gone
You'll just see the worst of me
With a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, let's see ... your life
You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid young brother
You've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight ... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger Now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry ... anymore
Mother superior
Come catch the rabbit he runs
My how've you grown ?
You're frightened of leaving this
Truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight ... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry ... not anymore
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy
When you're sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife
