Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty. And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty. I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose And too much weight for walking shoes. I could have died from being boring. As for loneliness, She greets me every morning.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.
Here I am, where I’ve been I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, And my clothes are worn & gritty. And I know ugliness, Now show me something pretty.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.
At the most I’m a glare, I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there. I’m the open sign that’s always busted. I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
