O/Oil Tasters/That's When the Brick Goes Through the Window
This starless type of night Can take you by surprise And make your average neighbor Present his average lies Wives think of husbands While washing dinner knives Dogs look at masters With jungle in their eyes That's when the brick goes through the window Just a little hello A simple little hello from me. It's the kind of day When a friend that you trust Could miss that red light And hit that school bus Every chair you sit on Seems upholstered in dust You say that you can't And they say that you must That's when the brick goes through the window Just a little hello A simple little hello from me. At least I know, I know what I see... It's the kind of day When a friend that you trust Could miss that red light And hit that school bus Every chair you sit on Seems upholstered in dust You say that you can't And they say that you must That's when the brick goes through the window Just a little hello A simple little hello... That's when the brick goes through the window Just a little hello A simple little hello from me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
