Perm Back and Sides Songtext

von Dead Harts

We charge with lions by our sides
But live in fear of the wolves that we've cried
So fuck your friends and fuck your pride
You'll never take me alive

Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze
We'll never change our ways

Will I ever get out of this game
I would give anything not to feel this lame
I need something to pull me through this each and every day

This town isn't big enough for the both of us
So take your best shot
Let's see what you have fucking got

In this city you can buy anyone or anything
Let's see the colour of your money

Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze
We will never change our ways