I'm skulking round, I don't have a care for money My shoes have long since lost their shine Got a grim heart and tongue, ‘cause to me I think it's funny Poke every bear, speak out of line
My shirt is threadbare, my mind a gurt confusion My teeth ground to flour, my fists are tight I've never felt a woman's touch, to me love is an illusion It scrambles away, stays out my sight
In my petrol tank is heavy music Sirening, feeding power long through the dark nights Stilling the course on the high seas of life With nickel strings and gutter rhymesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
