It's 6am, spitting grey Don't know why I let you treat me this way I keep holding on To your middle finger But now I know I gotta pull the trigger
I pick up the pieces One by one Put them back together now And stuff 'em back in my gun
I got news for you It's goin' down Before you come home and tell me That you're not angry I'll be leavin' town
I got news
The bodies are bathing In my backyard There's games being played And I'm holding the cards The key doesn't work The numbers been changed Turn off the lights And I'm lookin' for strange...ohh
J'ai des nouvelles pour toi C'est la fin de notre histoire Tu me brise le coeur pour la derniere fois. C'est vrai. Et maintenant, quand je me promene dans la nuit, Je regarde la lune, les etoiles et les voitures qui passe Et je regarde tous sans toi.