Friends warehouse pain attack their own kind a thousand kids bury
Their parents there's laughing outside we're locked outside the
Public eye some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on
The car radio we set the trash on fire and watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement under the marquee there's laughing
Inside we're locked outside the public eye

Enviar Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho Cifra Imprimir Corrigir