[Music - D. Ott / Lyrics - T. Leonard] Running blind and out of breath But in the wrong direction I don't recall or recognize My own reflection Locked
Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, a half jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same ol' end and same ol' day But there's nothing wrong
20 hours deep Oh it was enough time to see that everything has changed for me So much for birthday wishes I've been too busy with bad memories You've
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American crowds And my friend calls me
Crush in your face, spit out your teeth. I want you dead, i just want to see your blood. Crush in your face, spit out your teeth. I want you dead, i
There's a hole in the roof and the dust that's pouring through means you want to build the world again from scratch, 'cause nothing moved means nothing
I got one chick, no kids no drama I soak in, music sing soap operas I got four wheels one board globe trotter I got money got God I still got problems
Break out, jump Night line to Chicago Break out, go Night shift in Tobago (?) Break out, shout Shakedown from Chicago Break out, jump One, two, three
Under the hammer, I'm under under the hammer again. (2 Times) I gotta be strong gotta be strong yeah. I gotta hold on, hold on to the magical Key. Somebody
I don't remember last night Did I past out or did I get into a fight Well, now it's just you and me and I would love to take you for a ride It's like
I am all in a ball In your front yard I have this bag of hammers And I won't ask to come in 'Cause I have sold everything Still I have, have got some
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