NoahJohn
They Will Call
As he enters, mind is on a muddy rockAs he enters, hand slips offShoulderEyes roll backSooner or later they will call my numberRather sooner than laterDriving past the boys on the cornerMaking like I don't noticeDriving keeping out a good eyeSitting low, hands out of viewThree days, she cried when I told herThree days, waiting for a summons. CriminalThere is no time like the presentAnd the nighttime is most certainly the right timeHome time. Keep the fire burningYou can't go on living like the way you been
From Letras Mania