歌词
I'm in the practice of
Adoration
You're so lucky
You're gonna sweep the nation
Looks like a heavy rock
Let me roll it
I'm all yours
I can't even control it
You're cold
You're getting capital
In New Brunswick
I'm with the band
You get a buck
I bet you'll spend it all
'Til the record's in your hand
I fall from grace
Get lacerations
I'm in the surrealist situation
Bullet of a bark
But I can bite it
I'm all yours
And I can't even hide it
(Ooh-wah-ooh)
(Ooh-wah-ooh)
You're cold
You're getting capital
In New Brunswick
I'm with the band
You get a buck
I bet you'll spend it all
'Til the record's in your hand
White dress
In a rain of red
My friends said
That I should sleep
When I met you
You were down
Where the floor meets the sweep
Where the floor meets the sweep
I stay up
And sit by the amp
Philadelphia rains in March
In May the streets are damp
(Ooh-wah-ooh)
(Ooh)