Тексты песен «67 Special»

"Get the dog away from the porch... 1, 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4" Well it's near on five degrees And I'm freezing in my sheets What I wouldn't give for you next to me It's near on five degrees I gotta wear three pairs of jeans...

And burn in blood all the sinners sons Winners and grinners of an appropriate thought Hellfire spark from the teacher tongue Sing along to the sailor's song Wo oh coz you speak in tongue but the boys and girls ain't...

Oh don't worry darlin' I'm not sorry how This gutter ball diverted Takin' all the ten pins out From my seams and unravelled sleeves Lonely corners in the street Where they meet, two pairs of jeans I'll see you there...

She's gone chasin', another rainbow, and that's alright But fuck how I wish I was the pot of gold, but that I'm not Lie to myself and then you drink some, alright And all this thinking, is making my head sore (Chorus)...

You can't stop the way that I'm movin' An' you never realize what you do The money comes and then it goes Don't ever want to take it slow (Pre Chorus) Sittin' all alone pick up the phone Sittin' all alone pick up the...

Make me a man I know you want to But I won't lend you a hand or nothing at all Coz when I'm out out kicking my cares with little mischief in my head New city fares and nothing to care Would ya look at me now Take one...

I know that you dreamed about it And that it makes you sad sometimes When all the doors get slammed in front of you man Better hold your head and chin up this time You're gonna need it Little something gonna ease you...

Intellect escapes me, and I find more sense in common insects Than whatever sense in this excess interest Yeah the rates I pay to further impress you, ever change And the rates that I pay to further impress you, ever...