Ain't That Tough
| Composer: | Dave Pirner |
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Lyrics
A sweet scent of discontent risin' in the air
You don't get old you just get passive and then you stand and stare
Hey nobody's keeping you from stopping
(Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a)
Like a plug without a socket
Your finger trigger's itchin'
But you forgot to cock it
And the things didn't turn out the way you thought they would be
No you can't take that out on me
If you can find a better way then I ain't standing in your way, oh no
I'm fed up with holding out, I called your bluff now let it out
You were thinking you were never, never, never enough
It ain't bad luck, it's just that you ain't that tough
Ain't that tough, ain't that tough
(aint that tough, aint that tough) (×2)
A graveyard of bottles and a throttle pointin' to your lips
If you're so brave why's a .45 hang from your hips
Nobody's keeping you from stopping
(Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a)
You're always threatening to kill yourself well why don't you just do it right here, right now
I didn't turn out the way you thought I would be
No you can't take that out on me
I thought I was talking to someone else I guess I was talking to myself, oh no
I'm fed up with holding out I called your bluff, now let it out
You were thinking you were never, never, never enough
It ain't bad luck, it's just that you ain't that tough
Last time I talked to you you were talking just like me
Now you're talking like some hollywood actress, hey, what the hell's that supposed to mean
Last time I talked to you, you talked a fucked up way
And why the brawl on the grave -what the fuck (gibberish)
You ain't that tough (×4)
Appearances
- On Made To Be Broken. (Track #12, 3:35)
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