JIMMY EAT WORLDYour New Aesthetic Lyrics
For your time its written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on its own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can. Correct these lyrics
Songwriter(s): James Christopher Adkins, Thomas Darrell Linton, Richard E. Burch, Zachary Michel Lind
Copyright: Turkey On Rye Music
Official lyrics powered by