26 acessos
Eyes rolled back, guess we were living fast
Where did you go, yeah where did you go?
Your eyes go to show, that it was
So rare to see you sober
And so the streetlights would carry us home
And I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you
And I did my best to get my hands under your jacket
So we could make a racket
But your divine ribs would help break mine
We hit the ground, so let's hit the ground
Nothing's alright, believe me
I said I won't feel the same in the mornin'
Nothing's alright, we're leavin'
And I won't feel the same in the mornin'
(The) tyrants help build us
They won't mind throwin us' away