@migu music@

You can teach me every rule that's been made

And you can tell which one I should break

You can criticize the name of my game

But you don't now what it means to come home

By the end of the day

You can say that I'm a pain in the ass

And you can tell me that I've got no class

You can laugh and say I'm out of date

But you don't know how it feels to come home

By the end of the day

Into the tunnel we travel again

We're you of our heads

And it's the end of the day

You can sing me any song that's been made

And you can show me just how I should play

You can tell me about the meaning of words

But you don't now what it means to come home

By the end of the day

Into the tunnel we travel againg

We're out of our heads

And it's the end of the day

It's the end of the day

It's the end of the day

It's the end of the day...