I feel my teeth turning black I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck My instrument at last I'll strangle it to death I hear the laughs outside the
I?ve seen you on the side of the road, Lined your pockets with pills, But the powder bag, he can hold a grudge, With your head, heart, stomach and lungs
Setting son you feel you've won, but your game is lost for sure Oblivious to the obvious man your kickin' down, wreckin' the wrong door Well I'm the
I?m gonna walk to the edge of the world, I?m gonna collect everything left that?s scattered, Maybe then I can mend your wounds, Maybe then I can mend
The amber flow, sweat like the glass Crimson faces forget the past With a swisher sweet and a fireman's hack We can reminisce but we can never look back
Once she came like a vision in the night, I fell in love before the morning arrived, She wore a blue dress to combat the heat, Drank beer from a bottle
The first sin that once told Was to my parents at ten years old I stole somethin' I'll admit it But not to priests or crucifixes Me and my best friend
(by The Clash) If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel
I'm red eyes, I've got a big surprise Theres something burning in an electric sky That says "son don't bother waiting around to die I've got it covered
I was born on a light-skinned road, I was born with an engineer?s gold, I did better than most. Now I live on a dark-skinned road, The collectors call
I was born but I forgot it, We left our marks in drying cement, Hey mister don?t you doubt it, I was born but I?ve seemed to forgot it. I was raised
I never loved you but I tried to, and you were so ambiguous, We blamed the faulty wires, When we found our blood was pumped from stone. My memory is
They called a meeting of the doctors and drug dealers in suits They're planning on pushing their cure for the truth We're the disneyland dope-fiends,
Stepped off the plane with my rifle in hand I used my sword to blind my eyes from the sand Its a post-apocalyptic wet tee-shirt contest Its spring break
To deep sleep, I know everything ain?t free, As I rummage through an old phonebook deciphering names, That were carved on the Paupack peaks, Remember
번역: 윌리 애스터. Obermenzing에서 춤을.