Ten After Two - Dead After Dallas Lyrics

Dead After Dallas Lyrics It's not for the fame Not so much a catch and you fall apart It's such a sad excuse I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done Don't ever tell me we're the fucking same I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame Not so much a catch when you fall apart It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin All