Текст Natalie Prass – No Future In Our Frontman

There is no future in our frontman
There is no gracefulness in his song
There is no melody in his choir, no
And I refuse to sing

There is no future in our frontman
Oh, There is no faithfulness in his words
There is no rhythm to his honky tonk
And I refuse to sing
I refuse to sing
Yes I refuse to sing along
There is no future in our frontman at all

Star of the morning, fallen from heaven
No, there is no hopefulness, oh, in his sound
There is no harmony in his Babylon
And I refuse to sing
Yes I refuse to sing
Oh I refuse to sing that song
There is no future in our frontman at all
Oh, there is no future in our frontman at all
Oh, there is no future in our frontman at all
At all…
At all…
At all…
At all…

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