He was a walkin' tragedy He lived inside his mind In his dirty upstairs room Above the neon sign
In the city of sad and distant eyes A sucker and a billionaire's dream A bolt in the grey machine
She had a tattoo on her wrist Still fresh in the bar room light She taught Judas how to kiss In the fog of another life
Now, she cleans the tables for these clowns She don't ask what anything means Red rose in the grey machine
Dogs run through the alley Behind the pub and the triple X store Maybe there's a God above But down here, we don't talk to Him no more
He walks in a raven's shadow Blinded in the first new snow Counting footsteps to the door Where no one says hello
He gets a beer and he watches her work She's the best thing he's ever seen They're gonna run away, so far away from the grey machine
The grey machine, -chine Grey machine Grey machineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
