Count Me Out - Luca Brasi

Said «don't worry about a single thing»

Cause I’m not worried about anything

Make a mess of myself as I mumble

The words fall out

Just so worried about everything

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

I got half a mind

(I got half a mind)

Tearing this thing from the floor it’s like nailed down

To tear it out

To make a sound

To feel alive

If only one last time

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

If this is all we’re gonna be

Then count me out

If this is all we’re gonna be

Then count me out

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

If this is all we’re gonna be

I have developed a taste for defeat

If this is all we’re gonna be