Tell me there's a good reason That you threw away so much, friend I'm never, ever gonna let you let me down again
And if you think another mind will be fooled this summer By breathing wicked hymns into his open ear Oh, that's wrong
But go and play this whole town And see just who will go down Cut it out, just cut it out and heal The devil on your shoulder Is making you look bitter Cut him off, just cut him off and heal tonight
And to some degree, I am you, I know Posing taller than I oughta go But brittle wings won't get us off the ground Lying weighs ya down
I wanted to be a better man I wanted to be a better dad I wanted to be better than I was, so I turned ‘round
Dead to rights I caught ya dead to rights Caught you red-handed, dead to rights, babe
All that being said, I understand good folks can do bad If desperate or done Oh, where have you gone? Or am I gone?
Dead to rights You caught me dead to rights We're both caught red-handed, dead to rights, babeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
