Handsome Furs - What About Us Lyrics
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What About Us
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What Are The Lyrics For What About Us By Handsome Furs?
Well, they're an army of thieves, they've got everything they need
But what about us? What about us? There's lies and deceit so hard to believe But what about us? What about, what about us? What about us? Because it's time after time we've stuck behind the line What about us? What about us? And they won't admit defeat when it pulls you to the street So what about us? What about, what about us? What about us? Oh, go on, go on, go on, go on and break my heart Oh, go on, go on, go on, go on and break my heart When it's under control from forces impossibly remote What about us? What about us? And you're lying in your bed, you just couldn't get ahead What about us? What about, what about us? What about us? Oh, go on, go on, go on, go on and break my heart Oh, go on, go on, go on, go on and break my heart Break my heart Break my heart Break my heart I been living life so long I know there's nothing wrong with this Come on and break my heart Break my heart I been living life so long I know there's nothing wrong with this Come on and break my heart Break my heart I been living life so long I know there's nothing wrong with this Come on and break my heart Break my heart Well, let's stay This evil little world Break my heart Break my hear Well, let's stay This evil little world Break my heart Break my heart |
Who Wrote What About Us By Handsome Furs?
Dan Boeckner, Alexei Perry
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