Тексты песен «Libertines Us»

When it's real late at night Sometimes I can hear my own heart beat And if I think about it much It can keep me up all night Worrying about myself Wondering when it's going to stop Then I realize of course I don't want...

I keep the letters Buried in a desk drawer All of them are answered I don't get them anymore I shouldn't read them I shouldn't keep them there They need a test of fire To smoke out the truth Bad memories burn I...

There is a car parked, in the dark With it's motor running The driver has gone Where he intended to go Oh Honey, I'm home Please come see me I'm waiting for you Behind a black garage door The neighbors crowd around her...

You know I'm your friend, I'm your friend But sometimes, you know, I have those thoughts I feel guilty every time I have a dream Because we are friends, and we respect them, don't we... I've slept with some friends,...

It used to be easy Just break the glass And pull in case of fire But my parents got wise And moved me away That was the last time I saw her I can see myself Pouring the gas And lighting the ring of fire Making a...

Not long ago I was sitting on the ground Watching through the frosted glass Two silhouettes wrestling in the shower The lights kept going on and off I remember sitting there for hours With the image long since gone...

Teeth grind in your head. It's a whirring sound, only you can hear it. Hurry up, you're going to be late. I hope today goes fast so I can live again. The wicked voice says "Come to bed." But mom, I want to stay up, or I...

She doesn't turn me on the way she used to I get bored just driving to her house She used to set me on fire And I'd burn up her couch But she doesn't do those things like she used to We don't talk the way we used to...

Well, it's time once again To pick the winning numbers Says the man in the suit Standing by the popcorn machine This could be your lucky day If you hold a ticket That corresponds exactly With the numbers that I choose...

Mile markers and road kills keep from staring out the window much. I don't know where we are. Look, more amber waves of grain. I can't sleep. I can't sleep in the truck. I can't sleep in this goddamn truck. At least not...

The Mourning Dove is singing His sad song again Better roll up the windows If you don't want to get wet I don't believe it I read the paper Nothing could happen This will be a perfect day Mr. Horned Rim Glasses Has an...

Uncomfortable? Oh, this silly gun! Don't worry... I never load it. If you can't trust yourself, Who can? I said, To your red puddle on the floor. Not a pretty picture. A demented thought, that's all. Medium green and...

A picture Two slaves with broken chains Hangs soulfully above the love seat A man embraces a woman With big breasts and an afro sheen My black boots, black thoughts, black jacket Hide a white body inside I wait on the...

Standing in front of the bedroom mirror Wondering if he can go through with it His suit still smells like mothballs He'll have to wear a lot of cologne And he wonders what you'll think of him It's been quite a long...

The usual Saturday night affair Dinner with a girl, when you're lucky Make an appearance at the Club The Club is just a bar with a band But we feel different We pay the nightly rental To find a place where we'll be seen...

Now, take this bit into your mouth, And pull this rig until I say "Whoa". I've got ten thousand acres that need plowed! You should have finished it days ago! You'd better pull your weight around here, Or they'll turn...

I think you put your finger on it When you said my life is like a Tilt-A-Whirl It goes up and down and around It goes up and down and around Up and down and back around again I love the amusement park Too bad it's...

Vernon fell off his bike today And I can't believe that a year's gone by I remember us drinking his warm beer And how he was always teasing me Nothing special, he was a friend Jimmy called and said he was in traction...

I didn't see you coming I could have hidden if I'd known It was not a pleasure bumping into you I don't enjoy these moments Like you seem to Part of my collection Voices from the past The phone rings a thousand times...

Somewhere there's a girl in a leather-look skirt That just got off a bus With an overnight bag in one hand Shouldering a macrame purse She's cruising the parking lot For the right set of wheels She'll be sitting on the...