Bosola - The Social Moth

There’s nothing but chaos
When I am around
Give me something I’ve ordered
Only fifteen pills down
Of a weekend
Boys, we’re running this town
On a weekend
Don’t even feel down
But the weekdays
Don’t talk of my weekdays
I can’t deal with my weak days
Stop pointing your fingers at me
We aren’t the good men
We thought we might be!
You know I don’t come here to better my health.
How sick I became
Running from myself
On the weekend
Now you call me a clown
On the weekend
I’m running myself down
But my real friends
What became of my real friends?
What became of my real friends?
There’s nothing but chaos
When I am around
Give me something I’ve ordered
Only fifteen pints down
On the weekend
Now there’s no one around
Any weekend
I’m not even in town
On the weekend
But the weekdays
I can’t deal with my weekdays
Every day is a weak day

Written by:
Tim Cox

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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