Somewhere there's a little girl cryin' Somewhere there's an old man dyin' Somewhere there's a last hope tryin' To move and find it's way through the dark Ya gotta take it all while you can Anytime, anywhere can be your last stand Sometimes your worst enemies your best friend Turns out we all go south in the end In the end Yeah you're just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head If you're thinking that I'm wrong, then you already left for dead Left for dead I won't sleep until my work is done The day when I won't have to wait for anyone We're born just like a bullet from a gun Our shadows look small next to that sitting sun Look at that sitting sun Yeah you're just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head If you're thinking that I'm wrong, then you've already left for dead Left for dead Left for dead Left for dead You're gonna have to x4 You're gonna have to call em up, call em out, call em up and call em out You're gonna have to You're gonna have to You're gonna have to call em up, and call em out, call em up and call em out You're gonna have to You're gonna have to call em up and call em outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
