The face of doubt, stuck in a drought. Thirty miles shy of the pouring rain. I got the peddle stuck to the floor. Constant right turns driving me insane.
Now I'm still standing here. Awkward and unaware. As you scream the topic's closed. Slam down the telephone. . But you swear that you still care. Now I'm still standing here.
Brothers, sisters. The war is coming so you better stand strong. Brothers, sisters. If peace was in this war it would have already gunned you down. . I get down, I said down, I get down, I said down.
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother. She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers. She's a devil in bed between the sheets, ask her if she's a saint.