Beg For Broken Legs de Ryan 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 ṗosing 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
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