Текст песни: Sore + перевод

Vultures and helicopters, overhead I’m breaking down

Used car blues, it’s no time to joke around

The only solution I can think of so far

Is to smash out the windows with a crowbar

And as the headlights shatter into stars one by one

I curse at the road and try to knock out the sun

I kick in the corner panels, son of a whore

The paint starts to chip off as I rip off one of the doors

Same hotel room again with the right mixture

Of terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixture

I listen to the oldies station, half asleep and kind of smokey

Girl in the next room is howling like a coyote

Hand in my pants, feeling like a phyllistine

All eyes empty, every door way a guillotine

I’m drunk on loneliness, out of shape and half eaten

The phone don’t work and God’s in a staff meeting

Out of breath at the end of a long summer

Waiting for a phone call that isn’t a wrong number

A smile from a pretty girl, feet don’t fail me

I sleep like a baby and get out of jail free

I spit my teeth in my hand and read the classifieds

Poke holes in my memories until I’m satisfied

I’m drawn to familiar environments and dangers

I look at my photo albums and all I see are strangers

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