American Blue
Album: It is Only a Machine
By: Pinki Tuscaderro
By: Pinki Tuscaderro
Duration
2:12
Genres
Lyrics
This old house is made out of glue With a dripping new coat of American blue You can still smell the fumes Its like after a bomb And your nose just runs And your nose just runs like a jail break song. The fence has got its corners square And shiny bright lights are everywhere You stand on the corner with your nails in your teeth You've got goofy shoes on your tender feet And your lost in the thought of a name of a street As you're bumping shoulders in the, in the desperate heat
