Limping like a prodigal son Someone got my head in the slums And everything I do makes it worse Human nature, call it a curse Tired of collecting the scars And stories at the parties and bars Trying to find a reason to fight But someone′s got my head in a ziptie
Oh, good God When're You gonna call it off Climb down off of the cross And change Your mind?
Catch me on the enemy line Hocking all the gold in my teeth Oh, I was disappointed to find out How much everybody looks like me
Oh, good God When′re You gonna call it off Climb down off of the cross And change Your mind? Good God When're You gonna call it off Climb down off of the cross And change Your mind?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
