Microphone — текст песни (Bombshell Rocks)

Monday morning wondering
What`s that little something
That`s gonna solve it once again?

It burns inside of me
Wanna get it out you see
Wanna leave before I`ll go insane

Hey, I`ve had my say
The rain falls, I`m on my way
Turn off the microphone
Bye my second home

I`ll leave this place for fertile grounds
Blow the speakers with an honest sound
I was killing time and now I bleed

It wipes the dirt right off my clothes
Gives me hope when I need it the most
Gives me the air when I need to fucking breath