6 acessos
Dressed in rags
Plastic bags
I recognise you
I know you from before
Like slugs on their way
Across the deadly tar
Going for your dreams
Won't get you very far
And is it true?
Do saints have to end up like you?
She called you a liar
You dropped the hairdryer, into the water
I thought we'd see
That sinners end up harmless like me
Running out of things to say
Running out of grounds to get up every day...
The trick is to keep lying, put on your brightest smile
Run towards the train, play the final game
I feel sleepy, this is creepy, my hands are numb
Pile the bottles up
In Babylon you smile
In Babylon you never reach the top