Woorden:
Classic Crime The Vagabonds

re just a broken mess Where is God in this rot? Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows But he loves her despite all the crimes

I have seen my own gravestone and worshiped the golden statue Ia??ve made my bed in the lion's den and walked in dead man's shoes I have witnessed

Be good to me As you once were When you pulled me from the brink of death My enemies were frenzied For a taste of my flesh And now I've got the same feeling

the rhythm of the music of the street, yeah And no one is gonna take that away from me So I pick up a Real Change paper As I walk on down the street Yeah, because Vagabonds

May not have a perfect voice But I?ll still sing at the top of my lungs Until my days are done I was once a child with a million plans Now all I?ve

The sunset through the blinds reminds me of the time we met You were like a ray of sunlight, penetrating my apartment As we walked down by the water

I was once a boy in love with strangers As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave I was much too young to think of danger I was curious and innocent

I?ve tasted fame but never fortune And still I couldn?t care less for both I hope you?re done saying "I told you so" Cause I think I?m done telling the

Be good to me as you once were when you pulled me from the brink of death My enemies were frenzied for a taste of my flesh And now I've got the same