Tekster:
Smoke Or Fire Above The City

can't stand to see the waste No more of your store away then throw away mentality Who's the real thief? The one who breaks the lock to eat Or the one

The optimist that died in me awoke to the pale blue in your eyes to show me there's a world I gave up long before I married to the bottle, hit the road

Where do I sleep tonight? Where did I leave my mind? I'll end up on the floor And these words will do just fine. I remember the nights spent up on

Wake up and grab your bags. California's burning to the ground. Wake up and grab your things. You and I are leaving Los Angeles. They'll try to hold

where are my friends tonight who's looking out for me i don't mind drinking by myself i don't wanna be alone again where are my friends tonight who

If you could see the women and children, the people we've all laid to rest. If you could bomb a city the size of Chicago here, tell me where is your conscience

They're looking for a cure for your problem, but the money isn't the solution. The money is in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free

Let those feelings go. Because I let those feelings go from the inside and I still can't find a decent reason to be anywhere. If I could fill this hole

keeping me here. What's keeping me here? Looking out and looking up for an answer and still nobody's making any sense. Finding quiet in the city is