365 Days

It's gripping, I'm ripping I haven't just been sipping Stressing no messing Will I ever learn my lesson? I'm always amazed, by what can take place Within the space of 300-365 Sinning, I'm spinning In the beginning I was winning Clinging, still swinging If I could I would be singing I'm always amazed by what can take place Within the space of 300-365 I'm empty of answers Don't nobody search me The long neck's a twist off You don't need a church key I'm still full of questions But can't quite see clear Twist off another Twist off another Twist off another And bring on next year Drilled it killed my guts are being spilled Wailed, impaled My last breath's been inhaled That's still in me I haven't failed I'm always amazed, by what can take place Within the space of 300-365 I'm empty of answers Don't nobody search me The long neck's a twist off You don't need a church key I'm still full of questions But can't quite see clear Twist off another Twist off another Twist off another And bring on next year 300-365 300-365 300-365 365 Day! Die Mighty Mighty Bosstones haetten an dieser Stelle gerne "eisgekuehlter Bommerlunder" von den Toten Hosen gesampelt, Doch Rechtsanwälte und Plattenbosse haben dies mal wieder verhindert.