Из альбома: Bad News From the Bar
I never had a knack for faith
I tend to believe in nothing
But you, you seem so happy
Who taught that and lets be honest
With us, you see it evens out
While you dance swing, and I dance tap
Hey there, it's about time that we caught up
It looks like, it looks like it's been tough
Would you smile for me just this once, like you used to when the bells sent us off
But, me, you've got to believe, that everything I am is everything I've seen
And I've seen the inside of a cop car
The beginning of the end
I hope to god that someday I will forget
Looking down the barrel of a 12-gauge, good thing he shot and missed
The expense of wasted time is one I cannot risk
The inside of a cop car
The beginning of the end
I hope to god that someday I will forget
Looking down the barrel of a 12-gauge, good thing he shot and missed
The expense of wasted time is one I cannot risk
The inside of a cop car
The beginning of the end
I hope to god that someday I will forget
Looking down the barrel of a 12-gauge, good thing he shot and missed
The expense of wasted time is one I cannot risk