Texty piesní Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Going Under

Nobody cares what you look like

Nobody cares what you say

Nobody cares for you god sent gift girl you got nothing left to betray

And nobody cares what you're saying

And nobody cares for your soul

Nobody cares where you're going baby you've got nothing left to hold

Well it feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Well it feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Yeah you're laying right here

Nobody cares for your secrets

Nobody cares what you hide

Nobody cares for your shoe size baby you've got nothing left to hide

And nobody cares for your rhythm

And nobody cares for your rhymes

Nobody cares where you're going baby, you've got nothing left and you're mine

Well it feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Yeah you're laying right here

Nobody cares what you look like

Nobody cares what you say

Nobody cares for you god sent gift girl you got nothing left to betray

And nobody cares fro your secrets

And nobody cares what you hide

Nobody cares where you're going baby, you've got nowhere left and you're mine

Well it feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Yeah you're laying right

Feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

It feels like you're going under, when you're laying right here

Yeah you're laying right here