Тексты песен «American Steel»

As if on cue to replace My own tattered body The moon is bright There's sadness in your eyes A desperate evening Stretches out before us Wine and cigarettes Are taken as commitment Nothing will grow here Wine...

Thanks for treating me like dirt when i was Just like dirt and giving me no value when I had no self worth and in repayment For the lessons on the courses you never had to live You're welcome for my pride When i...

So alone The ghosts of ex-lovers haunt me Like they haunt this town Broken life broken dreams And a fucked up heart I've got a bottle of bargain scotch And that's a start Christ look how this time's gone by Look...

They're all lies Everything that helps you sleep at night You sharpen the hatchet Still you just won't make your peace with the past And you were once a charming child I fell in love with the freedom that you had...

How could i expect love or trust The people here are lost We live with holes in our hearts Blood in our mouths How could you have done that to them They were your children Raped and beaten Do you still wear that...

Constellations of corpses Hovering hateful hymns Intimate our world dangerous We smile kisses as if We'll see each other again Turn it out Id-bunkered silence Turn it out What on earth Could make you wait so...

You fell in love with a brash young thing An unpredictable man Lately i've been working every night So i guess you say i've stayed my hand People in the street know your name They wink at me so i do the same...

The year is growing old under a cloudy sky Like pouring new wine into an old glass We'll drink the bottle dry Just walk with me to the end of the night Haloed streetlights shine down On an empty street Miles and...

In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off to work. (Hard knocks hard luck and hard living). Then the fog rolls...

In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off to work. (Hard knocks hard luck and hard living). Then the fog...