On sleepless nights down in the laundrymat Watching the clothes, ghosts playing tit for tat We light a joint, talk about our old friends Dead or alive our stories never end
Turn it over, look on the back page There's Johnny GoGo looks like he'll never age Sits in the Park House, drinking beer and landing flies Just after noon, waiting for the trouble boys.
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That's just the way it is here No less and no more severe That's just the way it is here So pull up your socks and lean on your peers
Did you hear about Hank? Booze rotted out his liver Gray and depressed, He gave his wife the finger What about his kid, What about his ex-wife Ask themselves the same thing when they turn out the lights
I still remember the first time I saw him sing 2 black eyes, from a knuckle and a biker's ring climbing up the speakers, hanging from The Balla rafters Hamilton punk king swinging to his own disaster
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Pattie couldn't make it She jumped right out the window 3 floors down 'cause they cut off her cable Dan took the same fall Fire ball on Hunter Street Landed on the sidewalk Looked just like a chicken wing
It was a heartfelt night it was raining Tim told us the whole story Hanging at the gas station I never wanted to hear that description But now I know what is and isn't fiction
CHORUS X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
