Tekster:
Traffic Graveyard People

Graveyard people with graveyard minds Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning

(Winwood/Capaldi) Graveyard people with graveyard minds Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst

. (Graveyard!) The Man don't care. (Graveyard!) Ain't got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!) Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!) Workin' minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard

Waking up to the sound of traffic Headlights flicker through the room And here comes that heavy scent from a night well spent And for a moment I felt