Тексты песен «Jason Ans The Scorchers»

Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night. Dusty old travels and forty watt lights. But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river. You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'. With a blanket of...

All your old heroes are calling a bluff. Now you're out making messes in the name of love. All your old newspapers collecting dust, There's nothing in them you ain't read about anyway. Giving a nickel and stealing a...

Well, a vial of love you used to save But even that's distilled away Locked inside a closet made of sand. Well, the silver anesthetized your veins Like the chilling damp December rain. How can you look at me as if you...

Every evening when I walk through the door I hear the same old lies that I've heard before: You're going out for the evening, going out with a friend. Do you really want me to believe that again? You're telling...