It’s spring and the cherry blossoms sprout The legs are out, and the bronzed chests, and fires bejewelling the south west Thank you, darling, for these silver gelatine echoes of me, with you Smiling like he has to for the cause, for the tribe, for the boys, for the lie
Nobody heard me crying in my sleep Me and the men of the frontier stack the bodies in a heap Jimmy grabs a beer and we wash our hands in the creek Ooh, talk is cheap
Frangipanis growing back home Shading the bottle-o line Once we were dreaming of pearls Now me and my sons all dream of iron
Daisy, baby, are you driving home? Coz this baby doesn’t want to walk alone She said ‘ooh’ as she grabbed my tongue Sometimes you gotta rock the cradle, baby, on your own
is that boogoo with the big chain Is that Annie with the white dress? Is that granny with the white man With the no name and the no stress?
What about the empire? What about the cross? What about the halos? are the angels inside with the Xbox? That’s a dollar for any can And on Thursdays I’ll be heading back to see my man
Well, Daisy, baby, are you driving home? 'Cause this baby doesn't wanna walk alone She said "Ooh" as she grabbed my tongue Sometimes you gotta rock the cradle, baby, on your own
Damn, it's cool on the bathroom floor Well, Daisy doesn't have a babe no more Damn, it's cool on the bathroom floor Daisy doesn't have a babe no more
Did seeing real blood remind you that I had a heart That was the last kiss, that was a real one When I see you next year I’ll be perfect I’ll be perfect for you babeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
