Broken Remotes (The)

Lie In Wait
You've got a lot of growing up to do You don't even have a choice You burn miles of Pavement on one CD and you're Startin' to like the singer's voice Reach out your arm and ash your cigarette Ask the rear-view how you look You got 16,000 dials on your dashboard But not one of ‘em really works I've got some explaining to do You've got a lot You've pulled that gun on me before But this is the first time that you shot “The chamber's empty,” you said Well I guess you lied I only got hurt this time because I didn't Go run and hide Slowly put on your crumpled uniform Don't know the time but you know you're late You wear a badly sketched-in smile where your frown should be And you don't even hesitate Letras de canciones I've got some explaining to do You've got a lot You've pulled that gun on me before But this is the first time that you shot “The chamber's empty,” you said Well I guess you lied I only got hurt this time because I didn't Go run and hide From Letras Mania