Текст песни Your X-Rays...

when our two roads hit the same dead end

and o-oh i'm counting the days

cuz you've got something that i've never since seen

a willing heart and a part that's clean

we're both good at counting days

with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition

you come here hungry wearing naked ambition

hysterical to meet you

can you get me in?

i got three years tied to the mast of this town

she's a handsome ship but i'm going down

and o-oh she ain't coming with me

there's a time to fight and a time to get out

but you'll fight till we're all knocked out

and oh i keep counting teeth

everyone's an artist with a pristine vision

a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen

too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen

i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actorJets To Brazil - Your X-Rays... - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jets-to-brazil/your-x-rays-lyrics.html

bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!

it's up or out and the ladders on fire

she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky

surviving the insult day to day

they give you the insult to make it go away

and o-oh what can i say?

i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile

i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die

than o-oh come and die next to us

up to her knees in men keep hitting

and the white suits fuck like bad television

latest simple angel come die next to me

i am a shifting shape a wire walker

coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after

i came to trial out of style

but i got my eye on a country mile

where the people you know are the ones you like

Jets To Brazil Your X-Rays...