Frolic - Ruth.So I was sayin to Ruth, She thinks I'm tellin the truth cause I can't lie
I can't go on. There's never nothing to say cause you're not gone.
You know what I'd like to do, is spend some time with you cause I can't lie
I can't go on. There's never nothing to say cause you're not gone.
I can't gawk at the life you've been dreaming of
I can't look back, I'm thinking about your love
And all the time for surprise, you'll have to look in my eyes cause I can't lie
I can't go on. There's never nothing to say cause you're not gone.
And now to think of a thing, you treat yourself like a king, but I said
I feel numb. There's
always something to say but I play dumb
I can't gawk at the life you've been dreaming of
I can't look back, I'm thinking about your love
We're not enough for you baby...
Neighborhoud - Little Platoons.My neighbours in the real world
Are like the people in my dreams
The numb walk with the wicked
And I walk in between
They're really hard to talk to
But they've
always something to sayIt's either thick and incoherent
Or undercut with rage
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
Women around here don't fare all too well
There's usually a comment or a taunt from some loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up don't last too long
Their men like to fight - sometimes with guns
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived here for years
They keep their places nice in spite of everything
Once they had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors tight - those days are forgotten
At night there's a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves
I hope I never hear somebody's final cry for help
There's a lot of hate out there so I keep my head down
Past the 7-11, down my dark street till I get home
Things out here can get a little crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
The God Awfuls - Power Animalwe'd been twelve years down so they rallied all around
and they offered up the boys to die
trading blood for money, selling flags and spining lies
and business getting better was the battle cry
its got nothing to do with you
its not a happy story
you wont see em running the numbers
but you'll see who gets the fucking glory
urban epidemics always seem much more severe
when problems turn from black to white
and candle-coated vigils always seeming to sincere
atleast until the end of the night
they're selling flags and spinning lies while sending someone elses son's to die
theres
always something to saywith a real fucking price to pay
locked and loaded bullet in the back
cursed patriots.
I got a lot of friends now - Steve Leslie.Son las que encontré con esa caracteristica en google