John Cougar
Gearhead
As the sound bounds in the streetAnd you settle down to your back seatAnd the movement seems to beAnd all the jokes that you use to pokeAt all the dopes you were once seen withAnd every word that you had ?Was looking up to you for a reasonAnd you joke at all the words that you spokeAnd you say hey man I was only teasingAnd the rhyme is no longer in timeAnd all the words are not the words you been needin'Well your not alone, you can feel right at homeYou've been fully wronged, into positionIts the nature of the race, in an old type of place ?Cause they'll spit in your face in their conditionedAnd now you think to yourself, what is left for tomorrowAnd it seems kinda strange, there's nothing left to gainAnd nothing left to borrowAnd the mistake your about to makeWill be the final take of your sorrow[Chorus]
From Letras Mania