I've had these jeans since I was born
and now they're ripped
and now they're torn
and all my friends have skateboardsI want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
but mum and dad will not give inand I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inno I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inand now I know just what it is
it's called disease and it's got my head
it always runs where I hidetoo scared to talk
too scared to try
too scared to know the reasons why
and all my friends say bye byeand I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inno I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Faithless, the Wonder Boy
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