I spent a week living out my fables and I forgot my name Took out my teeth as an un-thanked favor but I forgot my pain I take my meals on an off-white placemat and put myself to bed I watch the clock with an old time vengeance And when it runs out I'm gonna make it out my head
Across the coast with their eyes rolled backwards they say the end is near They place their bets on the ever-after, but all my chips are here I've been the boots and the beat-down doormat, I still don't know what's best At curtain call when the last shoe drops down They take your money, they take you for what you got leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
