Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Russell Webster
Songwriter
Chris Farrell
Songwriter
Texty
I'm going broke in the damndest way
Keep spending money on these fancy things
And when I get home heard the landlord say
She gotta pink slip gonna pull my string
Bridge
And now it's coming clear
I just gotta get away from here
Chorus
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on, move on, move on
She's got a locket with heavy chain
Around her neck but it's the damndest thing
They never notice, they always say
Hey baby lemme see the way you swing
And now it's coming clear
I just gotta get away from here
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on, move on, move on
Did my damndest just to get away
From all the hoodlums and the phantom rays
You can run but you will never stay
In the shadows when you walk that way
And now it's coming clear
I just gotta get away from here
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on, move on, move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on, move on, move on
Written by: Chris Farrell, Russell Webster