Help me make my mind up then as you're tying up my shoes My ego sang me lullabies and my conscience sang the blues He took me to a crossroads once and said I had a choice But he couldn't hear me make my bet over his own voice So if I climb the mountain now with my painted leather shoes And I touch the hand of God up there will you still help me choose?
They tried to tell me you're cold And you're impossible to hurt Now for what that said about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt If that's true about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt
Yes, I got your article on the shape of things to come I'm glad you're feeling guilty now, that you're better off than some But I think you sent donations to the wrong side of the road So I took 'em from their window sill and served 'em at a mall
They tried to tell me you're cold But they would eat you for desert Now for what that said about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt If that's true about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la They should put it on a T-shirt La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Why don't they put it on a T-shirt?
Help me make my mind up then as you're tying up my shoes My ego sang me lullabies and my conscience sang the blues I'm sleeping in the kitchen now and my feet are in the hall My picture's on a piano, my head is off the wall
They tried to tell me you're cold And you're impossible to hurt Now for what that said about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt If that's true about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt If that's true about the both of us They should put it on a T-shirt If that's true about the both of us Why don't they put it on a T-shirt?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
