While I go over it in my head Walk through those doors and stand there staring And there ain't one soul that's in there dead My hand stays out, I keep my head And walking out I see you sitting in that Ford of your old man's Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling But done up the best you can
Face first pilot through your window Them Paupers they can't tell It's strange to think we could have been so brought up by Ourselves Run through the streets like rivers raging to seas of barren sand And while every gtain tears you apart stay done up the best You can
Unemployment lines stretch to the desert and camoflouge Hotels Where traded up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells Take one for the team and that pretty lady used to cover Up the smell But when you get back boy you're just crazy if you dare kiss And tell
This aching heart ain't something I done This aching heart's been handed down But I'm done with it now
So I take that screaming in my head I walk through those doors and stand there staring And my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes...
Running out I see you sitting in the Ford of your old man's The boy come homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
