Night slowly creeps into the town, Lights out till tomorrow's early dawn The shadows grow, the wind sings menace One of my kind Still running colors, hopeless case Last of the gang to die
Switchblade knives and cheap wine That's what took my friends away from here They used to walk with prom queens Now they got a date with eterity
So here it is, I raise one to the memory For the colors and the turf, Battles of the weekend nights... Why they never took me for this ride?
Night slowly creeps into my heart, Sometimes I cannot stand the burden of my past
Kids are laughing pointing me As they call me names behind my back Once a warrior, now a clown Bitter, greying, lonely wreck
So here it is, I raise one to the memory For the colors and the turf, Battles of the weekend nights... It would hurt me that I'd leave By my old age more than knife... In the end I'll join them in this ride...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
