Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve He's just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC And I sing along I sing along
My tears don't matter much, They don't matter much (x2)
Doug Deluca's voice could break a heart I recorded every song I used up three whole tapes, and put 'em in a box To give away To break a heart
My tears don't matter much, They don't matter much (x2)
When the boys sing their songs And the kids they sing along... I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC And I sing along I sing along
Cory Branan's got an evil streak And a way with words that'll bring you to your knees Oh he can play the wildest shows and he can sing so sweet
I still sing along
My tears don't matter much, They don't matter much (x2)
When the boys sing their songs And the kids they sing along... I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC And I sing along I still sing along
My tears don't matter much, They don't matter much (x6)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
