Maybe I was wrong, but working hard is a killer
(Working hard to kill)
Never had to be right, never come out a winner
(Never come out to win)
At least I dont have standards that I know Ill never reach
Aiming low is for the best
So, every days a peach
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Ive shed friends and people who I love
(People who I love)
But I never gave the ghost of you up
(Ghost of you)
The way you wore that old t-shirt it might as well be yours
Strung out guitar and broken bed
The perfect signs of youth
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Attic Lights - Kings Of Whatever Lyrics
Attic Lights - Kings Of Whatever Lyrics
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Maybe I was wrong, but working hard is a killer
(Working hard to kill)
Never had to be right, never come out a winner
(Never come out to win)
At least I dont have standards that I know Ill never reach
Aiming low is for the best
So, every days a peach
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Ive shed friends and people who I love
(People who I love)
But I never gave the ghost of you up
(Ghost of you)
The way you wore that old t-shirt it might as well be yours
Strung out guitar and broken bed
The perfect signs of youth
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
(Working hard to kill)
Never had to be right, never come out a winner
(Never come out to win)
At least I dont have standards that I know Ill never reach
Aiming low is for the best
So, every days a peach
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Ive shed friends and people who I love
(People who I love)
But I never gave the ghost of you up
(Ghost of you)
The way you wore that old t-shirt it might as well be yours
Strung out guitar and broken bed
The perfect signs of youth
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Writer: COLIN MCARDLE, JAMES HOUSTON, NOEL MARTIN O'DONNELL, KEVIN SHERRY
Copyright: Lyrics © Boa Musica Europa, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Boa Musica Europa, Royalty Network
Performed By: Attic Lights
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: COLIN MCARDLE, JAMES HOUSTON, NOEL MARTIN O'DONNELL, KEVIN SHERRY