Driving down Houston street I feel my stomach turn A light on every corner My sweat it starts to burn Looking for a hole in a wall My legs are so hollow Anticipating the taste of death It's the only thing I can swallow
I draw it back, I'm starting to feel good My speech starts to slur Just like I knew it would Driving down Houston street I finally start to nod A light on every corner Who cares I'm finally home
Slow down...I want to get off Slow down...I want to get rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
