歌詞座標
EN原文歌詞
翻訳はまだありません。原文を表示しています。
Friends, A warehouse pain
They attack their own kind
A thousand kids
Who buried their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
No Smooth Chords
On the car radio
No Smooth Chords
On the car radio
We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
And men come up the pavement
and out of the marquee
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords
on the car radio
No harsh chords
on the car radio
No smooth chords
on the car radio
No harsh chords
on the car radio
