Текст песни South

How many times have I heard,
"In the South they just don't work."
Lazy angels spill time and use lives as I would mine.
Pouring out of windows, like strange flags,
come clean clothes.
Spit-free sediment sweep dives from
broom-kept porch in no time.
Now the sun strips that same sidewalk,
with the day-dried test of small talk.
She walks quick, fresh, with clean, black crease, Karate - South - http://ru.motolyrics.com/karate/south-lyrics.html
and navigates this mess with protected ease.
Does she leave?
Does she come home?
Where does she sleep?
But somehow the gate's not right.
A face stripped of something since last night.
Can you sustain that same smile at a store or a job?
And what's such a rush that would let you be robbed?
Do you leave?
Do you come home?