Текст Charlie Cunningham – Hundred Times

You’ll be leaving here with scars
But we don’t mean you no harm
Take your marks and wait for the alarm
Cos in the moment we’ve taken our sides

Off and on, he’s his fathers’ son, they laugh
When the tables spun, they’d run give them half a chance
How many pages did it tear from your life?
How many years thrown to the side?
If I’ve heard it once I’ve heard it a hundred times
There’s nothing you can show me