All the dangerous games you played out after dark They never asked, or forced to hold you down In the chamber where you built all those radios
In the years that passed from forty one to forty five And the neighbours asked you to take those antennas down Those are eyesores, eyesores
Left in, in-between the wars
You aren't even who you said you are
All the sporting goods you once sold on Mondays All the bolts and balls couldn't satisfy your interest All the things you tried but that remind you of the day
When you went around defusing bombs Changing into costume to follow all the criminals in the land Who'd ever thought you'd join a band
You aren't even who you said you are And you lied to me, you aren't even who you said you are
When you went around defusing bombs Changing into costume to follow all the criminals in the land Who'd ever thought you'd join a bandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
