The moat in my eyes dont bring me no sleep they just smack me like i am bad with the demons i keep gotta leave me alone gotta let me be alone tired of living to tired to die has the sharks swimming and he dont know why gotta get the lean fin only thing that he wears
nursing me to the movies that shows nursing me to bureau and the phone nursing me cant you leave me alone nursing me in a nursing home
sleeping and working like an old man come to profit my feet with a broken old hose stop riding those rails stop setting those sails
he likes home cooking he has a trombone while hes laughing at the fires with a broken beat phone hes got a troubled soul but hes not alone
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ive been nursed years in a nursing home sitting on water i could use me food he needs a fat gravy on the wave of pot roast got a fire inside its gonna burn him alive talking and stuggling till the roof is gone got a bed and 3 squares in the nursing home gonna say bye bye hes gonna walk on bye bye
(chorus) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.