Wind blowing on my face. Sidewalk flying beneath my bike. A five year old's first taste. Of what freedom's really like He was running right beside me. His hand holding on the seat. I took a deep
So, let me begin by laying down the state we're in. With the pills and the gin, I can handle bout anything. But this is out of control. Do what you like to me, but please don't hurt her man. Cos I
There she was just seventeen. Cryin' on the mornin' after. He told her everything she wanted to hear All those drunken reasons that she had. For givin' in don't matter. And they don't stop the tea