Songteksten

We'd all come together on account of a series of misfortunates There was a baptist and a rabbi We had a marxist and an orphan And we got trashed It took 40 days and nights to pass So we set out to uncover Some sort of cosmic explanation For the pain of our existence And mortal limitations Some kind of map That's gonna lead us to salvation at last She's dancing under bright lights I'm worried about her insides Night starts to fade into the morning We take some pills and talk it over Ya know, I'm saving up for a fresh start And a new heart, and an American girl I Want to see the sun rise Some folks go walking on the water We just sink down and get washed over There's never been a worse time To climb out from under your rock I'm sorry baby if I spoiled the party You know how I can come undone And the scars on my face Tell my tale of disgrace We both know I'm no good on my own Because I'm not much Of a man But by now I'm due for a win Yeah you know What they say Even a broken clock's right twice a day Well I know what you think and I don't give a damn I've learned a few tricks of my own Yeah you came all this way What the hell'd you expect? Well it all worked out in the end
Writer(s): Wilson Getchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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