Текст Slaves – OK

Burning holes in the back of my head
There are times when you wish I was dead
Night falls and we get into bed
And it’s OK, OK, OK, OK

OK, OK
OK, OK, OK, OK, O-K

I get the feeling that you’re selling me off
Start a conversation with a sniff and a cough
It can’t be helping that I’m coming off soft, but
I’ll deal with it
Part ways for a day, maybe two
Code red, now we’re back in the blue
The road’s blocked, we can’t see a way through
But it’s OK, OK, OK, OK

OK, OK
OK, OK, OK, OK, O-K

I’m OK, I’m fine
I’m dealing with it
I’m just OK
OK

Burning holes in the back of my head
There are times when I wish you were dead
But it’s OK