He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
1, 2, 3, 4. . bored (introspection). yeah (city sights). bored (no connection). yeah (got it right). . bored (cold, impatient). yeah (lonely nights). bored (no new traces).
When you're high on diesel nightly. And the traffic starts to roll. Smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls. In a white boys world. . Anything is possible [Incomprehensible].
You belong among the wild flowers. Picked at the side of the road. You belong among the silent hours. And broken telephones. . You belong among the TV screens.
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine. shaking their bits to the hits. Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide. . staining his name again.
One last kiss before they cart me away and. Just take one last look before my body decays. This is my last night on earth. My fucking hell. . All my life all I've wanted to say.
For those who won't and never will, song sounds blue. No one at home and time to kill. Song for the beautiful loser. . She would hide at the park and ride, glued up to the gills.