You look so beautiful sleeping in your new coat But this blanket smells like piss Time can ruin a man’s mind There’s no blanket to keep out this cold Scream like the wind Scream like the wind
I was raised by a real man who showed me how to press rye from seeds Live fast and drunk and scream like the wind And how to tattoo my own hands Gravity helps me move on I’ve walked a long way since the towers at Petros I press my ear to the ground and hear the footsteps grinding closer Your F-350’s settin’ sail tonight With a full tank of gas, I’m drivin’ or dyin’ Are you comin’ with me in the Smashing Machine? My old fuckin’ dog used to ride shotgunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
