Letra de Tv On

Congratulations on the mess you made of things
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones, say

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
As fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say