Letras: Queens Club. Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants.

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

Pass on the bag of stuff
Come back to life
Your only sister
Something passed before your mind, you're mocking you

Here I stand all shaky hands
Now I've strangled all I stood for
Now I've beat and beat on all my drums
But making face aint so much fun
Cuz no ones telling me who I'm supposed to be

Pass on the bag of stuff
Come back to life
Your only brother
Something passed before you made you mark


Here I lay can't concentrate
yeah, I slept in all my clothes
I wanna be the man I used to be
Don't wanna think of what's gotten into me
I wanna write/right all the answers to all of the problems
Cuz heaven knows I'll try to solve them

Now I could be my way I think I have not had a thing to drink
Now my gut is strong, my gut is strong, my cover has been blown out the window



Running from this little place you call home

This little place we're living all our lives

Now we're standing on the shoulders of giants



Here I sit, my mouth is full of spit

How can I elect myself as one above another?

The only way you'll find me there is if I'm standing on their shoulders



Running from this little old place you call home

This little place we're living all our lives

Now we're standing on the shoulders of giants