Smell smoke, perfume, whisky and wine And I'll drink down oh I'm even blind Before the flesh starts to wrinkle my brain I love the way the ghosts call my name Hit a brick street ‘til we pull up too A massive of thoughts have cleared into few My hang is poured right straight through the crown Haha, well that's how you know
Baby I'll be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Honey, I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road
I'll never leave morning, I'm feeling bad This two piece chain is driving me mad Pick up my bang went straight for the door Forgot to get the girl on the floor Laughing cross the sign to rain The formal motive filled with a grain Stoy and George go rough through the car Haha, we love going far
Baby I'll be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Honey, I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road Honey, I ain't coming home Baby, don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
