SINGER: Foo Fighters

SONG:Good Grief

Since i'm putting down all
of the true things around but i like it
i handed down the crown
given the jewels and the answers of may
the thought of being ousted comes and goes
when i think about it the wind blows
i hate it
run me out of town
somewhere a move might intended a gown at
pissed at all the bowels
always the blues and a delicate smile
missed all of the sideways
gull and noun
chills and petty band-aids
wrapped around
i hate it