Текст: Fairmont. Hell Is Other People. 4th Of July.

Hold your tongue,
this is not the time to speak your mind.
I'll light you up like the night sky
on the fourth of July.

It's been a long time since I called you a friend,
but I guess all good things come to an end.

It's not alright,
I'm not alright.

Your night and day, hot and cold all the time.
I don't know what to say that
won't end up in a fight.

It's been a long time since I called you a friend,
but I guess all good things come to an end.

It's not alright,
I'm not alright.

It's not alright,
I'm not alright,
you don't know wrong from right
your bark is worse then your bite,
and we're out of time to make things alright