Motorcycle Industry (The)

Angela
Well I have bit too many bullets and spit the lead out of my chestAnd I have walked too many miles to end up at these dead endsSo rest those pretty eyes, girl,Keep your pretty hands away from mineAnd fall asleep with liars 'cause we're falling all the timeAnd you're just waiting for that night,We come to spill our gutsYou're just waiting for that boyTo put those dirty, filthy hands all over usMy love, did we keep it going long enoughTo stay afloat for another week?And hey, sweet-heart,Write your name across my bathroom floorAnd we'll rest in peaceWell, I spent my last paycheckOn a ticket to your homeSleeping on the train's much better than sleeping all aloneI hope he always holds you when it's cold outside,I hope he always kisses your headI hope he thinks you're thinking of him,When you're pretending I am deadBut you're just waiting for that nightSongtexteWe come to spill our gutsYou're just waiting for that boyTo put those dirty, filthy hands all over usMy love, did we keep it going long enoughTo stay afloat for another week?And hey, sweet-heart,Write your name across my bathroom floorAnd we'll rest in peaceDon't take it personally,I've got a billion girls I'll keep inside of meDon't smile when you sleep,Cause we'll be coming around to ruin all your dreamsBut you're just waiting for that nightWe come to spill our gutsYou're just waiting for that boyTo put those dirty, filthy hands all over usMy love, did we keep it going long enoughTo stay afloat for another week?And hey, sweet-heart,Write your name across my bathroom floorAnd we'll rest in peaceAnd oh, my loveI trusted myself far too muchAnd now it's gone to HellAnd hey, sweet-heart,Write your name across my bedroom wall,And I promise that I will keep to myself Aus Songtexte Mania