Story Behind the Song
2 Minutes' Hate: The society without questions for the man without morals.
Every time I do this, I remember a day before the storm. A day when bacon meant something and Jesus was just another name, another face in the crowd. Now all I can do is sit here rubbing my magic willy and hoping a genie will come out.
Lyrics
High on a Sunday,
Waiting... Head to clear,
Never comes, it never comes.
Darkness losing fast,
Daylight taking hold and I, I'm going out, I'm leaving...
Everything is bright,
And I never realised that I'm alive,
That I am right, that I will not break down.
Breathe in slowly,
Try again, I've fallen here...
Falling down, I hit the ground.
Fucking waste of time,
Walking round this lonely room,
I'm thinking pain, I'm feeling...
Wasting hours again
And I'm alive and I am right,
I will not break down.
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