Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers - Beating St. Louis | Текст песни

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For all the excuses we use for destroying our lives,
Was it two and a half years of bad timing?

We fought in the streets of our neighborhood
Like drunk tornadoes tearing plains
We fell till our skulls
Shattered the ugliness of St. Louis

Who knows who's been keeping tabs?
Who struck the first blow?
A bitter boxing Bukowski won't explain us now

Can't see you as a child no more
Can't see you
Can't see you in your mother's home
Catching frogs my orphan when you felt brand new

Can't see you as a child no more
Can't see you
Can't see you in your mother's home
Catching frogs my orphan when you felt brand new

Was it a waste of time? Was it a waste?
Oh oh oh
Was it a waste of crying? Was it a waste?
I don't know

Cry cry till your eyes don't close
Cry cry
If you can make it to another show
Cause we both believe the Mid-West can use an ocean

Cry cry till your eyes don't close
Cry cry
If you can make it to another show
Cause we both believe the Mid-West can use an ocean

I clenched my fists to the motion of your dying car
Till all of the city St. Louis drowned around me

Our shovel left in disgust
We watched Law and Order, till our shame grew numb
While the drummer danced with the devil in his underoos.

Our shovel left in disgust
We watched Law and Order, till our shame grew numb
While the drummer danced with the devil in his underoos.

Was it a waste of time? Was it a waste?
Oh oh oh
Was it a waste of crying? Was it a waste?
I don't know

Cry cry till your eyes don't close
Cry cry
If you can make it to another show
Cause we both believe the Mid-West can use an ocean

Cry cry till your eyes don't close
Cry cry
If you can make it to another show
Cause we both believe the Mid-West can use an ocean

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