Текст песни Army of Freshmen - No One's Famous

No one's famous, we're all strangers

Now I can't even talk to you

No one's famous, we; re all contagious

And I'm scared that I'm losing you

I was working on my wish list, Count of Monte Cris list,

More or less a diss list

That's comprised of several enemies maybe you'll remember me

A little on the small side, treated like a fall guy,

Pretty much gun shy

But long before the cubicle you and I were beautiful

She said, she said, in a book all about it

I doubt you'd even understand

I'm talking bout the hard times, talking bout the long lines,

Talking bout the stop signs

That are rolling headless m.I.a since the fall of yesterday

Now I'm sitting on a landmine, soaking in the sunshine,

Looking for my lost prime

That's hanging in museums, ya, looks like I'll be seeing ya

If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye

If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye