Pavement Two States歌词

I have seen the moonlight On the shoulder of the midnight road On the county fire I've been running for hours Now my feet are broke, I haven't spoke I gotta mind to pray For the people in southern states For to keep it underground For your secrets yo

maybe somone's gonna save me my heart is made of gravy and the laps i swim from lunatics don't count open up your stocking pull out all the things you never wanted from room service calls room service calls open up your hands and let me see the thing

Lip balm on watery clay, relationships hey hey hey you kiss like a rock but you know i need it anyway angle for the ringside seats when they fall dont blame me Bring on the Major Leagues Bring on the Major Leagues Bring on the Major Leagues Bring on

Blind date with the chancer we had oysters and dry lancers and the check when it arrived we went dutch, dutch, dutch, dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash And this emory board is giving me a rash I'm flat out You're so beautiful to

Go back to those gold soundz And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, It has a nice ring when you laugh At the low life opinions And they're coming to the ch

Silent kid, no one to remind you You've got no hip, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone This is the city life This is the city life Oh come on, let's talk

Spiral: I want to say: SM: It's my second hand wonder, a thing that recovers the doubt Spiral: Slim door, Mark: Like a rainstorm, you've got to do what you want and say it SM: It's of my design assembled at the cut Spiral: Slim door, SM: It's all rig

After the glow, the scene, the stage, the set Talk becomes slow but there's one thing i'll never forget: Hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent. Over the turnstile turn out in the traffic There's ways of living it's the way i'm living R

Fly Over States Jason Aldean Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants Thirty thousand feet above what would be Oklahoma Just a bunch of square corn