little little things
o little little things
every day + night brings me more
little little things
what little time we’re given
we whittle it away
wasting it on little people
every single day
with one eye looking forward
and one eye looking back
to see who’s catching up in
the race around the track…
and when the race is over
the winner gets the wings
the rest of us, we gonna ride the bus
as soldiers of the kings
while one of us will fly away
with his brand new pair of wings
the rest of us will die
killed over little little things
(guitar solo / (mad)cowbells + barks)
pretty little things
bring me your pretty little things
every single night bring me your pretty little things…