My tired feet
Limed on the pavement
Still feel your hand
Tickling my nipple
And all these dues that must be paid
I'm late for my shift
I'm fleeing a cold bed
I'm, I'm late for my shift
I just have nothing to spend
On a dreamt highway
Driven on your shivers
As my blood flares up
The asphalt shies away
The morning brings me back to cell
I'm late for my shift
I'm fleeing a cold bed
I'm, I'm late for my shift
I just have nothing to spend
I have nothing to spend
I just have nothing to spend
I have nothing to spend
