Those dried-up comics beckon me To join their no hope, dead-end, two-bit cabaret Cyanide, open-palm, A gift from God, won't you sing with your enemy I want your badge to reclaim
I know you're hiding behind walls And I won't be an easy win Said, he got cop eyes I know you're waiting for my fall And I won't be an easy win Said, she got cop eyes I want my summer days in cars, down beaches - a skin-ful for fall Said, he got cops eyes. Your bad suit and your worse breath You're already in prison
I want out This is it See your mind, see your life End in sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
