The Voodoo lady must've put a spell on me Because I'm not the same as I used to be No regrets, just lack of memories and always sleeping with the enemy.
There's no luck in Nevada Just misfortune and misery Hiding behind Elvis Presley The devil stis there waiting for me
I wake up at the happy hour With all the miserable souls like me To soak my thoughts of poverty And hiding pain with shots of cheap whiskey
Cut-out pictures on my concrete walls Tell the story of what I've left behind Teardrops tattooed under my eyes Prove that even locos cry
Smile Now, Cry later.....Smile Now
Sometimes I see that guy that has it figured out Is he happy with posperity Taking no risk so ordinary Walking the line of conformity
Tears of a clown locked in a cage I read the book with missing pages Is it sorrow or frustration That keeps me in this reality. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
