out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
Vertaling: Op Die Drive In. Plastic Memories.
with out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
the limelight splutters, to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm). At the backstage door the last fan has long disappeared with a plastic bag stuffed full of memories
forsale and a number on a sign at the end of the drive. Plastic toys ans a swingset all tangled up in grass grown knee high. i walked up on the front
But you just don't know your ass from a hole in the ground So true it's a violation Hide yourself from the same old memories Your image is your
the plastic hand stuck in her face Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions "S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly vocal inflections) Mob a left at
at guys cause life coulda been much worse. At least I'm satisfied At least my dad's alive married to my mother I have a sister and friends that I could call my brothers At
