The air is turning cold outside It's a rabbi in a brothel for the third time The gold tooth of a broken man A white glove in a purse down at the bottom of the sea
The day is turning dark outside All aspiration face down in the street A pro in the alley with a red-moon sky The last drag of patience on a celibate cigar
The light is getting hot inside It's a butcher in the slaughterhouse smiling A mule with a razor and a swagger in his step Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall
My heart is turning black inside Stealing from the army shaking bells at the door A hand in a bucket of creosote Rusty junkyard nails sticking straight up through the floor
The breath has gone away from this house It's a dog in the car in the winter A hotel window in a hurricane A furnace exploding down in the cellar, by the jars
My dream will come back to this house It's a kid who refuses to shut up A sheep dog playing with 84 bones A fast, red Ferrari in a sixteen-car garage
Let me keep my gold tooth Let me keep my gold toothTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
