Lyrics:
the backseat
With a .45"
"Get me through the roadblock
Better drive real slow
Better play your cards right
And I'll let you go"
And I hear my heart
the gas I'm gone
Mickey Thompson's clean
And the motor running strong
All the pretty girls
Wanna ride up high
Front seat slide over
Right by my side
Pass me
knock-kneed
We'll cross our hearts, we'll cross our t's
I'll clean your feet, you'll scrape your knees
Remember me, remember me, remember me
I had you by
I met her in a snowstorm
I was outdoors plowing
She just walked up to me and said
'Hey boy, how's it going?'
I admired her straight-forwardness
I keep looking for something I can't get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary, it sits by
through the trees
Daylight sneaking up the block
On a park bench an old man sleeps
Footsteps still pounding my heart
Whoa
What can I do what can I say
Whoa
From jazz and cocktails
The boys I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been
We're here and your way like a dynamite
Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods
Shake down, rock them boys, crack that whip strip me
Want
before him he's
dazed and hypnotized by it “how did i
become a victim too?”
replace my heart i'm no longer cold to
a fallen beast inside of me
We're here and your way like a dynamite
Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods
Shake down, rock them boys, crack that whip strip me
Want
night, passing by
I go and send your heart a message from mine
Lullabies of a past life
I feel that I still hear the sound
Pre Chorus
Rolling down
Did the bull crush me or do I still give a fuck?
Is my heart ripped out or just shriveled up?
Add water and it's back like a brine shrimp
Rob,
don't ya know
she knocked me down with a body blow
Like a tornado, and my libido
She sizzles, paint comes off the walls
And that ain't all
Now
If truth with the maps to this all wild word
You wouldn't get wait, my heart find you boy
You wouldn't get far, it will be just waist a time
I got
Haven't worked it all out yet for you and me
So many ways out, but none that I can see
You thrown my heart so high no one can reach
But always been
a little bit daft
A little bit happy with a broken heart
I suppose
Picture this, we're by the corner till
We've got our pints up on the windowsill
It's written about my early years
And all the things that they meant to me
Well, ain't it kind of funny how the days go by
When you looking for a memory
spirit soar!
And on that golden, hopeful day
The boy was bold enough to say
Come, hold my deepest secrets here among the foam
You are the world to me,
Jonah was a boy from the bad lands,
the wrong side of the track.
He was born into trouble,
wasn't lucky like you and me.
Running from the hands
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