Down in my new hometown there is a battleground They make a fuzz about this very special sound It is a lonely place They never talk to your face Looking over your shoulder Man, it's such a waste
(Chorus) I don't need them I do well without them Yet I seem to stick around 'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious About this very special sound
Some people run the scene And some buy into this dream About a narrow line About some music machine Man, I get paranoid like on Hitchcock celluloid Can't carve out no real space It is a great big void
What should you do then? Move out to California Then move back in time No, you just join a rock group Meet the same said people that I have in mind
No no no no no No no no no no It doesn't work like that -- this lifestyle on the go You gotta listen to the things they're telling you You gotta look surprised as if it's something new
And when they fuck you over Don't you feel a little colder? When they fuck you over Don't you feel a little older?
(Chorus) What's wrong with you? x 4Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
