Text: Fury In The Slaughterhouse. Come On.

I guess we know each other now for seven years
Why has it always to end up with tears?
A little problem and soon discussions start
We bang our heads and we always forget our hearts

Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before
Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before

Come on, come on let's go home
Give the sinking ship a drink
I think it's better if we go

Somehow my thoughts are running slow
Will feel sorry when I awake
So, you better give me a break

Take your brown eyes and put 'em in a glass
Put some ice cubes in and watch the rotting mess
Look in my blue ones and you know I never lie
Give me a drink and I say to you let's have another try

Somehow, somewhere

You better give me a break
You better give me
You better give me a break