The Van Jets

The Van Jets
The other man

I wanna be the other man
Feather scarves, silver tan
Blow out perfect rings of smoke
Catch 'em with velvet gloves
I wanna be the special one
Pulling rabbits out of hats
Shuvving the words no one understands
A foreign tongue, I speak along
And I wish I could see myself
Being static, being stuck
I didn't go to ..
And have myself put on your shades
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all
Wishing it all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one
Better the gun
I am a dream out of lifes
Fake as the nose jobs of your wives
Little warrant, please be aware
I am a fame, next to Fred Astaire
There are lions the ancient king
Have a skill just fel so ring
Out in the darkness of my eyes
An endless place, a place to hide
And all we talk about
Is nothing at all
Wishing it all
We never had a doubt
That I am the one
Better the gun

walter

Toegevoegd door walter op do 21 okt, 2010 2:36 pm

walter

Laatst bijgewerkt door walter op do 21 okt, 2010 2:40 pm

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Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: Cat Fit Fury! (2010)

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