City Boy

(альбом: Serenity - 2004)

Blood for blood

I got a story, a story to tell
About a long road back from a sort of hell
Well I been flying almost every night
I been ready to burn and I been living to die
So take a look, take a look in my eyes
Cause I got no remorse for all the hate that burns inside
Take a look at my suicide

Self destruction
And I know the streets can be so cold
Self destruction
And I know the streets can make you feel so old
Self destruction

I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills (let's go)

I'm almost home (oh no)

And I've seen broken hearts like broken dreams
Like broken bodies under the pale street lights tonight
I've seen the hate and yeah, I've heard the lies
So I turned my back and now I'm on the outside
And now I'm on the outside

And I know the streets can be so cold
Self destruction
And I know these streets can make you feel so old
Self destruction

I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul
It burns right through my soul

Self destruction
Bring it down on me

Well I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul
One last time let's go
Well I know the streets can be so cold
I know the streets can be so cold
I know the streets can make you feel so cold (so old, so dull)

I'm almost home
Self destruction
I'm on my way home