We're all polyester poets and pickers of a kind With far too many questions for the answers in our minds Stranded in the middle but all is black and white Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right Like a bus load of taxi drivers learnin' how to fly We're on automatic pilot driftin' through our lives Somewhere between ragged and right
We're a gang of drug store cowboys With silver spurs and leather vests Hillbilly Casanovas, fastest guitars in the West
We're trackin' down a system, spoilin' for a fight Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right Like a bus load of taxi drivers learning how to fly We're on automatic pilot, driftin' through our lives Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
