I take a spiritual drive Down by the coast of her eyes I keep seeing cowboys ride by Indian style She's twisted, fumbling by She scratches paint off my sky Whenever feelings run dry I just go hide
Chorus: Cause yeah, we all, we all We all have sorry hearts Cause yeah, we all, we all We all have sorry hearts
Can I keep striving for rain? Full-time control of this game She is dressed like a French whore in Spain Would you add water to my flame? There's not appropriate classes Just clean the lens on your glasses You'll see how some people's asses Can't be kicked twice
Chorus: Cause yeah, we all, we all We all have sorry hearts Cause yeah, we all, we all We all have sorry hearts
We all take spiritual drives Down dead-end streets of our lives Weeping rock-bottom cries With our head high And I'm here to tell you why
Chorus: We all, we all We all have sorry hearts Cause yeah, we all, we all We all have sorry hearts