is to feel pain" I thought about that a lot back then I think about that again and again Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a world of hurt Gonna be a
weren't your menthol lights There were beer bottles in the kitchen And broken glass on the floor Someone must have slipped me something Passed out a
still have the daylight I might become some brand new kinda guy Brass knuckles and birds on a wire retire But no one gets free I'd pay to tear these chains away This steel sympathy Cut bait and
the voices in your head And remember what they said Don't be so easy on yourself You got it down, you've been around and you won't change your life For redneck cops and traffic stops and
Flowers flying 'cross the room Vases smashed against the floor Said, "I'd rather be alone Take your chocolates and go home" Be my valentine Be my valentine
out that way We were the best of friends And I'll always thought that it would be that way We started out with nothing Wild plans and big ideas, and
down And I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over Between the champagne Hand jobs and the kissing ass By everyone involved Cocaine rich comes quick And
So her mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such She'd read her stories about little girls and magic powers That would never let a pretty angel
?ve ever been I ain?t ashamed of anything my hands ever did Sometimes the words I used were as hard as my fist She had the strength of a man and the heart of a
too close It's a blessing and a curse Watch out, Eugene, you don't make things worse Wild dreams come true, what to do then? Confusion and glory A
stank of cat shit and alone So he opened it and found a faded picture Of a girl, he's never met but somehow seen Like a memory of a dream from early
翻訳: ドライブバイトラッカー. 祝福と呪い.
side down and I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over Between the champagne hand jobs and the kissing ass by everyone involved Cocaine rich comes quick and
They weren't your menthol lights There were beer bottles in the kitchen And broken glass on the floor Someone must have slipped me something Passed out a
we still have the daylight, I might become some brand-new kinda guy. Brass knuckles and birds on a wire retire but no one gets free. I'd pay to tear these chains away, this steel sympathy. Cut bait and
in the envelope she passed him That weighed more to him than paper and some ink It had a hint of something darker and a hint of something sweet And a
