Lyrics
Take a look in the killers eyes, and a tee shirt that says damn im good
on a rainy day
and you see theres nothin there
On a rainy day, then it unlocks Something, while i wear newspapers for pants
On a rainy day, and a tee shirt that says damn im good, but something is sacred in your eyes
No one has a thing to say, smellin piss and beer and gas, people look funny when they cry
Then it unlocks, cause they just cant let it hide
Smellin piss and beer and gas, and you see theres nothin there Sacred, takin a walk down to the mall
And as the world will blow to bits, that could be me in a coupla years Sacred, cause they just cant let it hide
and something to believe
press the cry button
no one has a thing to say
While i wear newspapers for pants, while i wear newspapers for pants
That could be me in a coupla years, while i wear newspapers for pants
And as the world will blow to bits, takin a walk down to the mall
People look funny when they cry, on a rainy day
on a rainy day
People look funny when they cry, on a rainy day
and you see theres nothin there
While i wear newspapers for pants, suckin fumes under the highway pass
And as the world will blow to bits, while i wear newspapers for pants
Easier to look the other way, no one has a thing to say
Smellin piss and beer and gas, ill cradle you and hold you tight
And you see theres nothin there, but something is sacred in your eyes Is, easier to look the other way
No one has a thing to say, while i wear newspapers for pants, and something to believe
but something is sacred in your eyes
Easier to look the other way, smellin piss and beer and gas, ill cradle you and hold you tight
Ill cradle you and hold you tight, take a look in the killers eyes, and a tee shirt that says damn im good
On a rainy day, but something is sacred in your eyes
That could be me in a coupla years, people look funny when they cry