Stoney - Round Here | Текст песни

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• Stoney
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All that I've lived for,
worked, toiled and slaved,
all that I care for,
I can't take past the grave.

But til I leave Hades,
She serves me well.
She's the closest thing to heaven
in this living hell.
In this kicking, screaming hell.

You look like you lost your way,
look like you lost your way.
You like you lost your way,
you ain’t from round here are you boy?

They know who’s who,
and they’ve never seen you;
new blood comes through once in a blue moon.
If you’re trying to blend in,
you pick a bad night.
You’re a chicken in a wolves den,
rabbit in a headlight.

Who are you? Who are you?
You look like you lost your way.
Who are you? Who are you?
You ain't from round here, are you boy?

You moved a little too soon.
No-one wants to listen to you whistling a new tune.
And now you’re trapped in the middle of the sticks
with a jackdaw black-eyed,
slack-jawed pack of hicks.

Who are you? Who are you?
You look like you lost your way.
Who are you? Who are you?
You ain't from round here are you boy?

You’re way off track, Jack,
you’ve been caught.
Your mind got trapped in my back forty.
You’re gonna wish that you’d never been born,
gonna curse the dawn that you first saw me.

Better button up, better hold your tongue,
better batten down all your hatches son.
Locked on crosshairs watch you run,
with a finger on the trigger
and a bullet in the shotgun

Round here I’m your iron fist,
your siren song, your silent witness.
The crimson lips of the devil you kiss,
your sick, sadistic, bitter little twist, kid.

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