Woorden: Anthrax. Volume 8 - The Threat is Real. Toast To The Extras.

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(Anthrax)

Swimming on the surface
It's a hell of a lot safer up here
Ain't prepared to dive
And uncover all my darkest fears

This ain't no covert operation
I don't have that much concentration

Staring at the clock
And my patience is wearing thin
One more down the gullet
Keeps me from jumping out of my skin

This ain't no covert operation
I don't have that much concentration
I'm lost in this fog of contradiction

I toast to the extras
I drink to them cause they don't talk too much
They fill up space and entertain
And when I cut hem loose they don't make a fuss
They all add up to zero in my life
They're just here to cure boredom for the night

Now sometimes all this leaves me feeling hollow
That's when I take refuge with my pillow
This ain't no covert operation
I don't have that much concentration
I'm not even ready for confession

I toast to the extras
I drink to them cause they don't talk too much
They fill up space and entertain
And when I cut hem loose they don't make a fuss
They all add up to zero in my life
They're just here to cure boredom for the night
That's right