It's New Year's Eve And California's gonna kill you soon The Barstow boys Bug eyes in the shadow of the moon
Black houses in the hills and roadside haunts Dying for a place to fall apart Who knew what you could learn to live without Mother Mary's lying in your mouth, now
Back home the kitchen's warm with Christmas wine And every girl has got an axe to grind You live to look for hell, man But you're far from the hard light tonight
So quietly we lost another year The desert put a babbler in your ear He will find a way to not miss you again Barstow boys all spit into the wind
Back home the hammer always has to fall Cross is barely hanging on the wall Some day I know you'll never leave me But we're far from the hard light tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
