What could I say? What was I after? I forgot, but you figured it out for me again with your radio silence Who could I've been? Taken a number, taken no more But can I get up to be the tourist? Or am I the pilot?
I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all A tough-love motherfucker, who was born a clown
And what was this, but a natural disaster? Caught up with the pickets He was flying half-mast A little dangerous, but you had to try it I can see You don't know how to steer The car off the road It was found without a spare You play the victim And I play the blind man
I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all A tough-love motherfucker who was born a clown I know, I know, I know, I know better than to think at all A tough-love motherfucker who was born let downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
