So what's the plan, man? What's the dream? We get a bed, two baths, a kitchen, a TV? And then we spawn a couple kids, tie up all the cash And everybody's stuck there when the marriage turns to trash?
I want a dumspter, clean it up, put up some lights I won't get stuck there, I'll only really need it at night If you trap me in a house I'll be your Sylvia Plath But an apartment might be alright
I don't know how this deal's gonna go Sometimes we move so fast, sometimes so slow But what I know about you is that if we're gonna do this We've gotta be able to move
God damn, I want a truck bed, clean it up, put in some blankets We'll have fun, we'll run if the bank tries to take it If you keep me in one place, I'll be your Sylvia Plath But just a little while would be okay As long as we can still run awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
