Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail Tossing away your last cigarette Picture your finger pushing the doorbell Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo Picture the casbah, picture Japan Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Oh picture that…
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains Picture a leader with no fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show On a phone from a seat in the very front row Follow Miss Universe catching some rays Wish you were here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane Picture your feet nailed to the floor Picture a crew who are clearly insane Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding Picture her boiling the water for tea Picture the kids climbing into the backseat Picture my hand turning the keys
Oh picture that…
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead Picture the tree at the side of the road Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Follow me down to a place by the river Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver Why so weedy, so fucking needy There’s no such thing as being too greedy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
