smere(A.Melleby, 22.02.14)
my shoes don´t fit no more
my socks are worn out
full of holes I´ll never mend
a soul left astray
I´m talking
falling from grace
a twisted mind
a revolution that never took place
give me a hand
and I´ll shake it
give me a smile
and I´ll fake it
smere
a demolition derby, baby
on the way to town
your town
the walls are tremblin´
you´re not
as you´re on your way to a temporary heaven
all the young ones
screaming for help
but you ain´t got no hand lo lend them
laughing at them as they pass you by
playing cards with the devil himself
cheating with any hand given
playing aces that never were
your hands are on fire
a twisted mind
a revolution that never took place
give me a hand
and I´ll shake it
give me a smile
and I´ll fake it
smere
so do you think I´m of the lucky kind?
I doubt it
so do you think I´m good looking?
you bet
I know I am
I won´t hold that against you, though
as beauty is in the eye of the beholder
old enough to fake it
young enough to die young
a demolition derby, baby
on the way to town
your town
the walls are tremblin´
you´re not
as you´re on your way to a temporary heaven
all the young ones
screaming for help
but you ain´t got no hand lo lend them
laughing at them as they pass you by
playing cards with the devil himself
cheating with any hand given
playing aces that never were
your hands are on fire
a twisted mind
a revolution that never took place
give me a hand
and I´ll shake it
give me a smile
and I´ll fake it
smere
