Тексты песен «Jersey»

I've been around and I've seen the worlds collide From the east coast to California I'm tryin' to live this dream and the streets won't take my name And I'll take life by the throat, fuck you! You might think that...

Crossfire into situations time after time We'll finish this up tonight, not somewhere down the line I've got few good friends by my side And they're with me till the end of this ride We'll never know unless we try...

He counted his cards but there's nothing left in the deck Drugs money and alcohol broke his hollow soul Now he's on his knees screaming, self inflicted addiction Too far gone, too far gone to take my helping hand...

The hourglass is slipping, slipping away She knows the clock is ticking and she knows her number is coming up She can't shake this feeling it won't go away And inside she's screaming and she knows the angels are coming...

You ever felt like you've had the wool pulled right over your eyes? He never ever quite figured it out which path to choose An instinct. A gut feeling Mind's reeling over situations Lost into darkness he falls away...

A good job, good home But you chose the streets as a place to go Taking on the uniform to wear loud and proud But underneath it all, a teenage suburban girl With her parents and a brother and a sister that miss her And...

More than a year's gone by since I lost my mother Since she left I've thought well what's the point I've thought well I don't know what I'm doing here What's the point if the meaning's not clear? But after crying, the...

Intertwined around your sticky fingers I fall Into the traps you lay, yeah the traps you lay You slipped inside my head I washed my thoughts. Unthinkable You won't resurrect me You can't resurrect me I won't die for...

I hear the barley calling my name So I put on my best shoes and head down New St. Where the welcome mat hurries me in A pint glass awaits to drown my sins Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass. Seeing my...

What is the mission today? Produce without injury, (where'd you go?) Can you feel the steel, the steel? It's in my mouth my hair it's in my head (where'd you go?) I wear the scars of my own actions (where'd you go?)...

Do you know me? I was on TV in 1963 for armed robbery. Here's my story. I didn't even keep the money. It's my time, my time was standing still This deadbeat job's so stagnant. And I'm alive, still got my will To commit...

Hollow, the devil's eyes Besiege and clever lies, he'll pull you under Won't let you up for air Try to reason, there's no fucking answer Try to leave he's like a fucking cancer No conscience, he doesn't get it, doesn't...

You can see it in his eyes In the way he walks and the way he talks The kids try and break him his father violates him But he won't wave that SOS white flag The anger grips his fists You can see it in his paved face...