Blind Mr. Jones
Hey
Oh it's another weight on the soul,The woman in her skin thirteenAnd future glitters gone.And I can't see a pattern at all,Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet bluesAnd posters on the wallHey.Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,And that's where it's gonna stay.And I can't stand a wartime goodbye,So listen close and listen hardAnd hear me when I sayHey.Oh it's another mess of a day,I'm lifeless and I'm sickAnd tired of what you've got to say.Oh it's another waste of a day,I'm listless and I'm so, So bored of what you've got to sayHey.
From Letras Mania