Letra da Música Stale Bread de Dave Mann Collective

Words and rhyme, spare me the time
While I clean up my shit and work through the list that I’ve made
And I’m distracted by
The unimportant type
Someone just called wanting money from me
So I glance at the TV
And the feeling is lost
Somewhere under my pile of clothes
I can’t see the carpet and my eyes have just carked it and I should’ve
just thought
I’m missing my chances
Now I’m feeding on stale bread
Procrastination kills transformation
On the first count I’ll be taking my mount and riding till the end
I forgot the price of putting my heart in second place
I dropped all my eggs to catch a falling glass now it’s on my face