Got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts Tucked to the back of my wallet and I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston With a blank eye from the cashier for why it's torn and busted
I remember that moment of silence, I was at a mall in Norwich Shoppers stamped the ground, they ask, they don't smile on smoke breaks from 1918 You've yet to see the worst of human tapped in
Maybe the future's just a little bit weird Maybe the god you love is what I got to fear Lights atop a wheel that says remission Topped with the weight of it all like what I'm drinking Then we drove back drunk through the busy city streets
I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police And I hate the things that I know about you And all the horrible things that you do
I don't want to be late for war today I want to chew up my dinner and spit it into your face Light fire to your home, and tap your cellphone
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh yeah.
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
