Though she weeps on some dirty sheets in some moldy shithole… outside Abilene… Route 20’s stench swells in my soul… I feel so old… my whole damn stay… We’ve been driving through this piss/sting rain She’s been starving… those bars they carved in… now with a king of boars… I’ll watch and cower now… like I was drawn up big… such a plastic whore… Though she bleeds… know that I’ve bled through years… These crooked mountains have served up some dirty fears… do you still think of me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
