Текст: Pennywise. Live At The Key Club (Live). Same Old Story.

It's patience trying when you tell me how to live
Well you don't know anything
Your expectations are wearing thin
You won't even take a look to see another way
You aren't even listening
Take your ideals and go away

I'm trying cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut fromthe same mold
Don't know who you think I should be

I'm not cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut from the same mold
Done with yours I'm living life for me

Tell me father, did I turn out so bad
Didn't I look up to you
Took every piece of advice you had
Go to school get a job send me on your way
You aren't even listening
Take your dreams and go away

I'm trying cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut fromthe same mold
Don't know who you think I should be

I'm not cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut from the same mold
Done with yours I'm living life for me

For so long I have tried to understand
The qualities you thought made up a real man
Now it's time for me to find out for myself
I'm getting fed up I don't need your help
You never listen to both sides of the story
You never listen you won't listen to me

I'm cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut fromthe same mold
Don't know who you think I should be

I'm not cut from the same mold
I don't read from the same old story
I'm not cut from the same mold
Done with yours I'm living life for me