- cifra
And never coming back
Hear ya scream and shout again
And nothing comes around
It's all fithy now?
Yo' say you're checking out
(Run away together for whatever for however be forever
We so loose the key to keep up shot down)
Well it's worse so it's for better new york city sever tethers
That was strong enough to hold us up in our home town
Hit the ground with the siren sound
The news reporter said there were ten shells they found
She said that if you hold it to your ear our loud
You'll hear it was the police that shot him down
Sour troubadour's say she never coming back
Sound of shells hits the floor gone ever more
You're calling on the road again you say you're checking out
You're running down the road again away from the fall out
Sour troubadour's say she never coming back
Sound of shells hits the floor gone ever more
You're calling on the road again you say you're checking out
You're running down the road again away from the fall out
