The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things The fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees Every time I hear a doorbell ring I shake like a toothache Every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves Filling up shopping bagsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
