Paroles de Dripping Dime Size Drops

Gonna pick up my bag Gonna run straight home When the police come knocking (tell 'em) That I never left the front door This fabric has faded There'll be no renaissance Too many winos in the park man You know that their brains are doing somersaults Could've been a day from Sunday Could've been Tuesday last Could've been everything that I wanted You know that it was everything that I had I'm dripping dime size drops Now the glass it is empty It is no longer discreet Last point of entry did me Now I just can't compete I wish that it would stop You could drive a truck right through it 52 steps until I drop There ain't no way to prove it Now the ashes have fallen Pave the way for the speed Last point of entry did me I still can't compete