Life can be handsome, worn And still be forlorn, still be forlorn This lonely heart lies in the doorway And pages torn, pages torn And she works in a factory There's no yearning Like a woman scorned, a woman scorned
The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow I need a love, clean like tomorrow I need a love, I need a love I need a love, clean like tomorrow
Scrawl and scratch in the neighbor patch Now drinkin' wine, drinkin' wine In the moonlight trap, you pay rent to stand In the earthquake line, in the earthquake line
I cannot see the men with no faces They got the dirty minds Yeah, they got their dirty minds
The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow I need a love, clean like tomorrow I need a love, I need a love I need a love, clean like tomorrow
I got the lotteries (lotteries), slot machines It's a mean old mess. It's a mean old mess Ten million hands, they are unemployed They must fight, they must fight Well, they always makes me laugh I never cry, now, I, I don't know why
The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow I need a love, clean like tomorrow I need a love, I need a love I need a love, clean like tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
