ฟังเพลงThe Old Gospel Choir (Explicit)

The Old Gospel Choir - Modern Baseball

There's a tombstone in the brush

With your name on the front,

But I had no bucks to get "Here lies,

They ran out of luck"

On the back of it

Sharp as a tack but in the sense

That you're not smart, just a prick

And my finger on my toe,

With the sad holes of the weight on my chest

On the weight of my chest

But every treble in your voice

Stored goes in my ears

What a good night of sleeper here

There's a tombstone in the brush

With your name on the front,

But I had no drucks to get "Here lies, they ran out of luck"

On the back of it

Sharp as a tack but in the sense

That I'm not smart, just a prick

And the fingers and the toes of all of those

That show interest in me

And from where I'm standing, looks like

I'm way long overdue

I know what you meant when you said,

"Fuck you!"

Breaking I've never felt so cool,

And now I'm tired and now I'm dead to me

Can we act like we never broke each other's hearts?

And we smile, I don't know how you felt from the start

Oh, that's right, oh, I'm cool,

Oh it's goddamn me

I sure as hell know one thing, I'm sure you're dead to me