Weeping Tile - Joint Account Тексты

Joint account
On the boulevard
He walks alone
Dressed sharp but hardly known
Toward the citadel
That's where he's bound
To get passed around like a joint acc't

And you see the car
Make another round
And the inside light comes on later on

It's the hardest hour
To stay awake
Lonely stars and barred outpatients
And as every bill starts to look alike
You get passed around like a joint that needs a light

And you see the car
Make another round
Then the inside light comes on later on

And you count the cash in the ? flash
Tighten your keys in the hand
You're not alone
For reasons you can't understand
For reasons unknown

As morning comes he does what every night boy does
Deeply inhales a cab
Catches a buzz
Dolores haze
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