The Number No Good Things Can Come Of Lyrics

Let me interject
About this little piece we have
And all the months passed
Dragged through the mud
Dragged through the mud
Dragged down

It helps me
Comment on maturity
Help me
Find the price of maturity

As a matter of fact
You owe me some
As a matter of fact
You owe me
(Your biggest fan)

This is man's disease
That keeps us hands and arms, fists
Is modernity
Suffering from

It helps me
Comment on virginity
Help me
Find the price of humility

As a matter of fact
You owe me some
As a matter of fact
You owe me

Smothered in truth
Everything's fine
Waiting to tell you
I feel alright
With my best fists
At my gutside
March on the mighty
Tonight

Help me
Find the price of humility

As a matter of fact
You owe me some
As a matter of fact
You owe me some

Help me
Find the price of humility

As a matter of fact
You owe me some
As a matter of fact
You owe me