Methadones, The
Six degrees of separation
The news travels fast in this towna soap opera in a bar-room to be foundthe windy city rumour-mill will generate,if you have guts to spillthe walls are closing in while listening to meWhen enemies start posing as friendsto keep you even closer in the endthe room turns to blacka kitchen knife is twisting in my backthe lights turn back onthere's no trace who's hunting mewithin six degrees of separationthe perpetrator emerging from the shadows of the hallI watch the company I keep, that know nothing at allwithin six degrees of separation
From Letras Mania