There's a neon sign to guide you home, dismembered eyes and pick-up trucks, pin-up girls all giving up.... And lucky stars on scratch-off cards.
I stole a smile from a pretty girl. Her long blonde hair looked like the end of the world: Sunken faces and dying ash, all the things I want but I just can't ask.
So shake your legs to ancient death, say a soda prayer for the out of breath... and they turn their heads and they close their eyes and they shut the door with a midwestern sigh.
Your unborn brother turns in a seed under your thumb while you smoke a cigarette and keep on playing dumb. While far away in that Hoosier state where I go from time to time a blue-blooded swollen brain finds amputees in the classifieds.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.