Door is locked, no one's home Frame is empty, picture's missing Throw that rock right through the window Hey, I know him, he's a singer Roam around, another town, looks like Phoenix, Arizona Borrow the car from it's owner That sleepy head, he's dreaming the dreams of suburbia Yeah suburbia
Me, I don't care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive Cause somehow somewhere Hell everyone I know is waiting Just waiting to burn the river dry
And nothing works more than once It keeps you restless, always moving Fretful searching for a brand new spanking form of deliverance Movies stars, heroin Dreams of wild old fucking grandeur Snap your fingers, now you're famous Close your eyes as you sell out To all them suckers that you hate Yeah, them suckers that you hate
Me, I don't care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive Somehow, somewhere Everyone I know is waiting Just waiting to burn that river dry Burn that river dry
Hands that once reached for heaven Grabbing at the penny in the sewer Smell of your soul burning on the skewer And all that dirt that you have swallowed The howling voice from the closet Better run away just because it Seems to know a little bit too much about All them shallow graves that you got buried In the field of your experience
Me, I don't care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive Somehow somewhere, hell everyone I know is waiting Just waiting to burn that river dryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
