segunda-feira, janeiro 14, 2008

Life hoop.

Grab a gun and blow the liver
I just wanna walk alone
Shoot her down at dawn and leave her
I’ll still buy my ice-cream cone
I just wanna walk alone

Same old tales and same old stories
Drown the soul in pools of beer
Get a hold of those fool glories
Watch out if the way is clear
Drown the soul in pools of beer

Grab the knife, I’ll kill my brains
For a glass or two of wine
I know how your door complains
When that door is really mine
I just wanna cross the line

I forget to knock and wait for
My turn in the queue
I just wish I had the time to
Listen to you

11/01/2008
19:38

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