Elizabeth Cook - Broke Down in London on the M25 Songtexte

Sun don't ever hardly break through
Oh, Union Jack, it's overdue
I'm sittin' on the dry, bristly grass
Envying men of a lower class

Over and over and over, again
Friend lover, lover friend
My mama filmed my discontent
Glamour, glory, lights, and rent
The devil knocks and in walks pride
Broke down in London on the M25

I was born to tame the dragon
Keep my daddy on the wagon
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh
Couldn't find his way out of East Kentucky
But he believed that he was lucky
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh uh oh

Spare the tires and feast on dust
Yeah, high on fumes and grits and lust
Well I have learned to love a lie
I can drink myself dry
Long as I can stay alive
Broke down in London on the M25

I have not known enough lovers
Watched my hands turn to my mother's
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh ah ah
Shame what fell into her bag
But she rolled out of there in a Cadillac
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh ah ah

(Ooh ooh ooh)

I was born to tame the dragon
Keep my daddy on the wagon
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh ah huh

I have not known enough lovers
Watched my hands turn to my mother's
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh
Shame what fell into her bag
But she rolled out of there in a Cadillac
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh, uh huh

I have not known enough lovers
Watched my hands turn to my mother's
Oh, it's a shame what fell into her bag
But she rolled out of there in a Cadillac
Uh huh, ooh ooh, uh huh, uh huh

Sittin' in the dry bristly grass
I'm on the embankment of a lower class
The devil knocks and in walks pride
Broke down in London on the M25