Three Days Grace - Expectations: lyrics de la chanson

Baby, innocence
Is one day gonna be decadence.
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs.

Sixteen, little runaway
From the Five-O. And you got away
From a small town with no scene,
Looking for a shot on the big screen.

Expectations,
Go to hell!
Expectations,
Go to hell!

Not so innocent,
On the street hustling.
Never be Miss America
In the backseat of a Celica.

Crashing with a deadbeat
Living large on a love seat.
In a small town, no scene
Turns out it was nothing, but a pipe dream.

Expectations,
Go to hell!
Expectations,
Go to hell!

Rich girl wannabe,
Bought a quick pick from the lottery.
Watching TV with her boyfriend,
Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand.

He stayed awake, to see the ball drop.
Turned it way down, she never woke up.
Grabbed the keys to her car in the back lot
Through a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot.

Expectations,
Go to hell!

(Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs...)

Expectations,
Go to hell!

(Never be Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs...)