Elsinore
Gasoline
Circumstances as they are I'm grateful You took chances, bent your back in my defense All your clothes still smell like gasoline Turpentine and fingernail grease Nobody knows how I feel because they haven't hurt to such a degreeHospitals and medication run-aroundFaith put in a government run agroundPhoto albums filled with divorce and Christmas treesEvery grinding gear of this familyNobody knows how I feelBecause they haven't put a faith in youNobody has the memoryOf the hole put in the hallway that you patched upCircumstances as they are I'm gratefulAll your clothes still smell like gasoline
From Letras Mania