What a lovely day in the town of Morrison Bag full of some poison I slept right through miles of hot pursuit, woke up sweating an ocean Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end Well it's been a good run boys These fine lines we walk, if you stray you’ll get stuck there for good One drooling prick in the town of Morrison He hates you, you hate him Eyes locked up tight like a vault door screaming “I am coming for you” Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end Well it's been a good run man These fine lines we walk, if you stray you get stuck there for good There for good Stick to the plan, tomorrow will feel like nothing happened It will feel like any other day passing Tomorrow will feel like nothing happened Tomorrow, tomorrow will feel like Nothing ever happened and nothing ever will And that's exactly the feeling that gets some people killed So maybe something did happen and maybe something will But it's so hard to give a fuck when it isn't your blood that spilledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
