Paroles de la chanson November Boys par The Good The Bad and The Zugly
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Paroles de la chanson November Boys par The Good The Bad and The Zugly
Ever since I was a little boy
I felt mentally retarded
In the schoolyard, in my neighborhood
I've been the bullies' target
I asked my mum, "Why is it so
That my skills are bad and my IQ is low?"
"Listen, son, you gotta know
You're just a November Boy"
I started Googling, could this be right?
Now the words hit my heart like a sharpened knife
Forever doomed, into the night
I saw the outline of a loser's life
Don't know a lot, but this I remember
No one in the government was born in November
When you studied Darwin, I was playing with my toys
I felt mentally retarded
In the schoolyard, in my neighborhood
I've been the bullies' target
I asked my mum, "Why is it so
That my skills are bad and my IQ is low?"
"Listen, son, you gotta know
You're just a November Boy"
I started Googling, could this be right?
Now the words hit my heart like a sharpened knife
Forever doomed, into the night
I saw the outline of a loser's life
Don't know a lot, but this I remember
No one in the government was born in November
When you studied Darwin, I was playing with my toys
Fuck you, January boys
Here's the crank, you don't need no fucking hammer
Rett mann på rett plass, lost sight forever
My destiny's destruction, I'm the next Unabomber
Ended up like a fucking plumber
Your self-esteem is low, never harmonic
And people ask you why you became an alcoholic
Don't give up, put away the Ambien
In the end, well, we're the big champions
When all is dark, you gotta remember
Could've been worse, could be born in December
Don't blame Jesus or Andrew Tate
Those guys were just born too late
November boys were born too late
Here's the crank, you don't need no fucking hammer
Rett mann på rett plass, lost sight forever
My destiny's destruction, I'm the next Unabomber
Ended up like a fucking plumber
Your self-esteem is low, never harmonic
And people ask you why you became an alcoholic
Don't give up, put away the Ambien
In the end, well, we're the big champions
When all is dark, you gotta remember
Could've been worse, could be born in December
Don't blame Jesus or Andrew Tate
Those guys were just born too late
November boys were born too late
All we learned in school was how to hate
We find it hard to concentrate
But I am home, the future looks great
Supported by the welfare state, yeah
When all is dark you gotta remember
Could've been worse, could be born in December
Don't blame Jesus or Andrew Tate
Those guys were just born too late
Don't know a lot, but this I remember
No one in the government was born in November
When you studied Darwin, I was playing with my toys
Fuck you, January boys
Fuck you, January boys
We find it hard to concentrate
But I am home, the future looks great
Supported by the welfare state, yeah
When all is dark you gotta remember
Could've been worse, could be born in December
Don't blame Jesus or Andrew Tate
Those guys were just born too late
Don't know a lot, but this I remember
No one in the government was born in November
When you studied Darwin, I was playing with my toys
Fuck you, January boys
Fuck you, January boys
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