Now the time has come to speak. I was not able. And water through a rusted pipe. Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter. Hiss, stutter. Moan the words like water. Rush, foam and choke
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life. Try to make ends meet. You're a slave to money then you die. I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down. You know the one that takes you