An old man lying by the road Black is night He's got his finger on the trigger An easy target in sight He's got no future, no family tree He's got a three dollar bottle And he drinks 'till he can't see All night, all night.....
A young girl waiting on a line Eight a.m., she's got a six month old burden Willpower's withering thin An unwed mother beaten by her trade Each week her welfare reminds her Of mistakes she never made Oh no.....
[Chorus] Now what has that to say about tomorrow What has that to show for today Noah thought to build an ark Before the heavens washed it all away Away...
A baby crying through a dream An afterthought Mother is seething for pleasure After the poison is bought His eyes are tainted, staggered is his breath Oh God, he's addicted Addicted to death Oh, no...
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
