Jotto
Glad We Weren't There
I pictured the city a little smallerI thought she'd ask my nameWe held hands by some old hookerWho held a sign a that read 'insane'They talk about the bombs that blew up beirutThey were half asleep on the beachI count the waves that just missed meAnd write 'revolution' at my feetTomorrow i'll go buy a gunAnd shoot it up at the sunKnowing somewhere it's still nightI'm shooting cause i'm sick of the lightThe women wear the gowns and start signingA song i think ive never heardIt's about a dead man still workingWho only got what he deservedCross your legsHold your weightCross your legs Hold your weight
From Letras Mania