Just one horse shy of a one-horse town This ain’t the first time it tried to burn itself down And the American girls in their American dreams Never put themselves here, so undone at the seams
Seven bars, one church, heaven is no match for hell In these four blocks of rust piles and abandoned motels Old men flick quarters in the cracks of the boardwalk And the little boys learn to cuss before they can talk
Home is the needle and thread For the hole in the lifeboat That it put you in And it leaves its mark All stamped with lead In the lines and the grime Inside your skin
No one here’s been famous in a very long time But you can count the stars for days on a cold, clear night It pierces me slowly, pulling me through It’s the pain of undoing the tearing in two
Home is the needle and thread For the hole in the lifeboat That it put you in And it leaves its mark All stamped with lead In the lines and the grime Inside your skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
