T/The Lumineers/Subterranean Homesick Blues (feat. Andrew Bird)
Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in a trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off
Look out, kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend A man in a coon-skin cap In a pig pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the DA
Look out, kids Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't tie no bows Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hos Keep a clean nose Watch the plainclothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows
Ah, get sick, get well Hang around an ink well Hang nail, hard to tell If anything is gonna sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write Braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail
Look out, kids You're gonna get hit By losers, cheaters Six-time users Hanging 'round the theaters Girl by the whirlpool is Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters
Ah, get born, keep warm Short pants, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift
Look out, kids They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handlesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
