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Testo Leather Jacket - Arkells

Testo della canzone Leather Jacket (Arkells), tratta dall'album High Noon

Hey!

Hundreds of stories, before I showed up

And they tell them to me, and pull photos up

And there, I'm connected, like a pair of handcuffs

No one seemed affected, that everyone is fucked

But there was a softness, a kind of understanding (understanding)

Those 2 a.m. decisions, always shaky landings

And no one ever knew, what could be demanded (be demanded)

Maybe it's the cards

The cards that she was handed

You call me up from a pay phone

I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

I pulled on up and with a Southern accent

I offered you my Dad's leather jacket (yes)

I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work

Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks

She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk

She even pulled off the stupid hair cut

She said, "I don't need a sponsor, or the best lover

Just a man that sees me as some fixer-upper

The last few years, man, I've been running for cover (running)

Trying to sleep, so I can visit my mother"

You call me up from a pay phone

I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

I pulled on up and with a Southern accent

I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

When times were tough, in the worst years

We never knew how to interfere

And now you're back, and just unpacking

Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting

In September, when he goes off

Like some god-damn alarm clock

And he hits her, like a third shot

Conversations, she just stares off

There's no longer a voice calling

When she goes out

Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you"

You call me up from a pay phone

I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home"

I pulled on up and with a Southern accent

I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

When times were tough, in the worst years

We never knew how to interfere

And now you're back, and just unpacking

Those bruised-up takers, you keep attracting

You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

You call me up from a pay phone (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

You call me up from a pay phone

And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"

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Writer(s): Max Kerman, Tim Oxford, Nick Dika, Rick Bedrosian
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