Ready for them to come take me away I‘m running barefoot across the 110 freeway Black satin bomber on and forge-your-own-chains playing through the bars The neon light, i sight superior grocers on Figueroa Why we rolled one hundreds in my pocket? I already lost it moments before i lost it Moments before i lost it
Wading through my dreams they ask "What did you take?" I think the doctor says I‘m the warden of the state Thought I‘d get the keys to the city They feed me narcotics laced with pity I tried to travel through time To slow down the record in my mind But why won‘t they come take me away? Why won‘t they come take me away? Chained to my bed at UCLA UCLATeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
