Carlon
Lay In It
I don't know whyI bother answer the phoneNobody's calling for meRise, see me riseSee the conman con his eyesWhen you catch himFalling back asleepEnding your demiseIs like killing fire fliesI'll be the one to say it's bitter sweetRelative the clichés areYou say your peace and storm that barYou left your voice behind on East Cross StreetReadjust your bayonetThis war you've won and lost regretYou're not alone but don't forgetWhen you make your bed, you gotta lay in itWhen you make your bed, you gotta lay in itI tell you now it's only getting betterIf you don't believe meWrite strongly worded letters'Bout the stories of our youthLetras de cancionesMaybe you can find some truthOf what we're swinging fromAnd we're hanging aroundLook at the things that we left on the groundWell I'm determined to find my youthAnd I'll endure all the abuseSo give itHave you seen my bones, I must have leftThem at your doorThis now here amoeba must be meQuit you casting stonesYour banter lives in mobile homesYou can have my envyIt's for freeMake your wish light your cigarYou've made it on you own thus farNow I've become the kitten in the treeRelative the clichés areYou say your peace and storm that barYou left your voice behind for all to hearKnocking on her city's doorThe one you lost who loved you moreYou're not alone but don't forgetWhen you make your bed, you gotta lay in itWhen you make your bed, you gotta lay in it
From Letras Mania