Kings Of Whatever

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