Beg for Broken Legs

Ryan Bingham

Composição de: George Bingham
Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing
Got me underneath the floor
On the ground there’s something whispering
Nothing’s locking all the doors
Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more

Something’s growing like suspicions
Nothing’s shouting everywhere
Something hears and now it listens
Nothing’s now becoming scared
Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more

Nothing’s sorry when it’s sitting
All the children p.osing tears
… Delay and not attention
Something grows, but nothing kills
Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more
I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread above the floor
Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
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Beg for broken legs no more

Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing
Got me underneath the floor
On the ground the something whispering
Nothing is now locking doors
Well I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more
I ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more
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