Could it be a stranger night?. The basements filled with kids.. I don't know.. Not beautiful like your songs,. but all awkward and alone and don't belong..
In order for you to play with this record,. You must tune your guitar to ours.. We will start with the first string.... We would drag ourselves to bed..
I chose a life of missed callings. and lost hopes of empty trains and railway dreams.. Losing fast and gaining steam.. I was born tonight down highway skies..
It's when we find the sound we're after.. The record seemed to skip and the singles way too short.. The speakers pounding out the songs we'd love to do without..
Tune the electric bass to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th string.. The boy's no good.. Yeah, he's a fuckin' hood.. He won't treat you like he should.. I heard he's making time with this friend of mine..
Why find a nice way to tell you you suck?. I hate your guts.. You act so boring.. And if you don't stop those looks I'm gonna poke you in the eye.. Who are you anyway?.