I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned Then I'm back to my good old ways Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray
I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned Then I'm back to my good old ways Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away And hope for better days Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart!
For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away And hope for better days Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart! I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break That part I leave for lovers in life This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time
I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break That part I leave for lovers in life This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away And hope for better days And pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart!
For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away And hope for better days And pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart! Cuff me up and take me in So I can sleep an hour or two Just me and the gross criminals Singing loud with nothing to lose Oh Lord, the music save their soul When nothing's right We'll rock and roll
Cuff me up and take me in So I can sleep an hour or two Just me and the gross criminals Singing loud with nothing to lose Oh Lord, the music save their soul When nothing's right We'll rock and roll For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away Hope for better days Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread...
For now the waking world can wait To sing your blues away Hope for better days Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
