The Boys † The Boys

(альбом: The Golden Age Of Not Even Trying - 2018)

The boys, the boys

He said: "officer can you help me please?"
Morning came quick and my eyes sting
Came in here with his hands up
But you were quick to the draw so shame on us
In an hours time he'll be all strung out
He's out hanging around by the gambling house
No luck in the air or liquor on lips
He heads for old town cashes in and quits
But he can feel the sun in his eyes
Talks to strangers but gets no replies
But his mouth just keeps on talking
And his legs oh they keep walking

And he's on the phone now
And he's calling you
And he's on the phone now
And he's calling you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me
This isn't me
This isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
From the grit between my teeth

They've all started work, his head's gone astray
He's living way too fast for the middle of the day
Friends way too nice for his own good
At least it wasn't anything from him they took
He can hear them loud and clear
These words couldn't fall on more receptive ears
He can hear them loud and clear
Can you hear them? Can you hear them?
Loud and fucking clear!

And he's on the phone now
And he's calling you
And he's on the phone now
And he's calling you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me
This isn't me
This isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
From the grit between my teeth

Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides
He says I should go home but I'm alright, but I'm alright
Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides
He says I should go home but I'm alright, but I'm alright

And he's on the phone now
And he's coming for you
And he's on the phone now
And he's coming for you

Screaming this isn't me
Kicking glass all over the street
I'll scream this isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
This isn't me
This isn't me
This isn't me
From the grit between my teeth
From the grit between my teeth