Morning bleeds in through the shades Creeps along the pine, day dawning The pain's tide is washing in Bent, crawling skin, head caving in Sick feeling in his guts Eyes adjust to the sun, nights blurring The air sours in his mouth Lights a cigarette, shaking, breathes it in
"These nameless, dim-lit streets Will be the death of me" Following the cracks And back alley bends Down along the pier The boardwalk and sand "I’ll get you what you need Keep you from lonely my friend" All roads lead to hell Our fortuned, timely end No way to cheat our death Dirty money has got his hands in deeper Pockets lined in the fights and throwing weight on the dice "What you got? I need it all so badly" "These nameless dead-end streets gonna swallow me Be the death of me"
"I'll get you what you need, keep you from lonely, my friend" All roads lead to hell Our fortuned, timely end "I'll get you what you need" “What you got?” "I'll get you what you need, keep you from lonely"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
