Testo Sore - Buck 65
Testo della canzone Sore (Buck 65), tratta dall'album Talkin' Honky Blues
Vultures and helicopters overhead
I'm broken down
Used car blues, it's no time to joke around
The only solution I can think of so far
Is to smash out the windows with a crowbar
And as the headlights shatter into stars one by one
I curse at the road and try to knock out the sun
I kick in the corner panel, son of a whore
The paint starts to chip off as I rip off one of the doors
Piece of crap
Piece of crap
Piece of crap
Piece of crap
Same motel room again with the right mixture
Of terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixture
I listen to the oldie station, half asleep and kinda smoky
Girl in the next room who's howling like a coyote
Hand in my pants, feeling like a Philistine
All eyes empty, every doorway a guillotine
I'm drunk on loneliness, out of shape and half eaten
Phone don't work, and God's in a casket
I'm no good for nothing
I'm no good for nothing
I'm no good for nothing
I'm no good for nothing
Out of breath at the end of a long summer
Waiting for a phone call that isn't a wrong number
A smile from a pretty girl whose feet don't fail me
I sleep like a baby and get out of jail free
I spit my teeth in my hand and read the classifieds
Poke holes in my memories until I'm satisfied
I'm drawn to familiar environments and dangers
I look at my photo albums and all I see is strangers
What is my problem?
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Writer(s): Richard Terfry, Graeme Campbell, Charles Austin
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