Dead! - The Boys ✞ The Boys Тексты

He said officer can you help me please
Morning came quick and my eyes sting
Came in here with his hands up
But you were quick to the draw so shame on us
In an hours time he'll be all strung out
He's out hanging around by the gambling house
No luck in the air or liquor on lips
He heads for old town cashes in and quits
He can feel the sun in his eyes
Talks to strangers but gets no replies
But his mouth just keeps on talking
And his legs oh they keep walking

He's on the phone now
He's calling you
He's on the phone now
He's coming for you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth

They've all started work his heads gone astray
He's living way to fast for the middle of the day
Friends way to nice for his own good
At least it wasn't anything from him they took
Oh, he could them loud and clear
These words couldn't fall on more receptive ears
He can hear them loud and clear
Can you hear them
Can you hear them

Loud and fucking clear

He's on the phone now
He's calling you
He's on the phone now
He's coming for you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth

Reluctant to admit that i have switched sides.
He says i should go home but I'm alright, but I'm alright
Reluctant to admit that i have switched sides.
He says i should go home but I'm alright, but I'm alright

He's on the phone now
He's calling you
He's on the phone now
He's coming for you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
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