You're pushin' a furnace You're workin' too hard You're setting things off - all over the yard You play with your 'top' - till your eyes start to spin Then you shrug your shoulders and ask me where I've been Travel fulfills you but the distance it kills you Oh oh ain't that nothin' Why don't you tell me somethin' Tragedy Ain't that nothin' I just wish you'd tell me something - The fan keeps whirling The wind stays hot - but I can't keep from slippin' a lot I look in that purse It's a blessing and a curse Discover dishonor with its thousand commands It ain't worth a shot That target is sand But I love disaster and I love what comes after.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
