Woorden: Beck. One Foot In The Grave. Feather in Your Cap.

Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth
Not when it's unplanned

There's no map
That could tell you where you are
You're in between things
That only goes halfway
You want the best
You want contests
Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake