All the boys who called their mothers on that day We know, tough bunch, but they had the nerves, to go and say That all your secrets were drowned With the pioneers who were flooded from this town They packed their bags only moments to late With the pounding waves crashing up against the weakened water gates
'Cause dire times, call for dire faces So lovely dancer, call a dancer Trading places in the night We're running barefoot, you and I Dead lovers salivate Broken hearts tessellate tonight
And all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence Where holding out for prosperity in self defense We beat them down again There’s no fun playing cowboys for pretend We showed them what the backs of our hands are for The devide is clear in the coming year the rich will take the poor
'Cause dire times, call for dire faces So lovely dancer, call a dancer Trading places in the night We're running barefoot, you and I Dead lovers salivate Broken hearts tessellate tonight Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
