You came You went My mind it got a dent I couldn't make my rent Cause all my cash was lent This town is filled With thousand dollar bills Lamenated songs Contaminated lungs Well we read about it 15 times a day Staring through a bag of Frito Lay And I play with the fire and the stove When my eyes peel out And my finger tips get cold
Well it's real and it's fake And it's flaming like a snake And she's putting out my face, With the rake
Oh honey you knew, That you where my one and only blur Unglued, depressed Your meatloaf in my chest Personality test I failed with the best
Well I stomped And I stormed I passed out in your dorm When you hustled me outside I couldn't catch a ride Let the subway trains speak to me now I browsing through the supermarket town And the girls don't talk when I'm around And I'm feeling bad even though nothing's wrong Choking on a breath mint
*Spoken after Music is over: Stuck out here in the sand they shot my mule and burned my wagon. Ran out of sourdough two days ago aint got no more lard. God bless all you folksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
