Lyrics Mates of State

Mates of State

Whiner's Bio

You can wait all night

I'll never stop complaining

As I look into those eyes, I can't behave

Cause this song's not right

It's the legend that you're after

I'm occluded 'round the clock a central shame

This is the writing of the whiner's bio

Who wants to win them over

I can relate when everything stays the same

To achieve gall and orders first

We all join hands the whistle blows

What's with this competition though

Let's all join hands the whistle goes

No need for competition though

This jag it's a positive force that won't budge

These tastes of silver belong on a ship

And if I had any language it's yours

This jag it's a positive force that won't budge

I can relate when everything stays the same

The answers are beneath you, sweet

We all join hands the whistle blows

This jag it's a positive force that won't budge

This is the writing of the whiner's bio

What's with this competition though?

These tastes of silver belong on a ship

That was the writing of the whiner's bio