Glue

[Verse 1] Vintage shoes, old tattoos Take a bump in the line to a bathroom stall No withdrawal you can’t refuse Fading roots, blow a fuse Throw a punch for defending something you can’t recall Did it make you feel small or was it just the booze? [Chorus] In your head, there’s nothing wrong at all In your head [Verse 2] Thirty-two, sniffing glue Everyone’s got their wives and sons, but not you Not you, ‘cause you prefer ‘the crew’ Never lose, football cues You’re writing stuff on the internet for twenty four people Is nothing new? [Chorus & Outro] In your head, thеre’s nothing wrong at all When you’re dеad There’s nothing wrong There’s nothing wrong at all In your head, there’s nothing wrong at all When you’re dead, there’s nothing wrong No, there’s nothing wrong in your head There’s nothing wrong at all when you’re dead There’s nothing wrong No, there’s nothing wrong