Текст песни: Cribs. Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever. Ancient History.

With my cards on the table
She could see the light
My efforts went wasted due to falling night
And I know

By the end of the evening
I was in no doubt of all the things
That you could live without
Now, I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

They had nothing but ego's
But they multiply
All the reasons that I would try
That I know

To be making it harder to be seen but, oh
Is it too much to ask for to be left alone?
Yeah, I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me
I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

Lay my cards on the table
She could see the light
My efforts went wasted due to falling night
And I know

I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me
I drag up ancient history
Hope that they'll forgive me

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City

Margaret Hammond
Hemorrhaged in the Merrie City
Margaret Hammond
Died in the Merrie City