di Mendel, Shiflett, Grohl, Hawkins
FOO FIGHTERS
Call and I’ll answer
At home in the lost and found
You say that I’m much too proud
Someone who’s taken pleasure
In breaking down
Never mind the mannequins
Drunk in their hollow town
Drinking their spoils down
Cheap imitations
A revelation is now
Yeah, you won’t find me
I’m going M.I.A.
Tonight I’m leaving
Going M.I.A.
Getting lost in you again
Is better than being numb
Counting every minute
Till the feeling comes crashing down
Run when it hits the ground
I’m good at escaping,
But better at flaking out