Текст песни Age Of Assassins

Oh when the summer sun come cutting

Like a clean razor blade

And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made

Reached out my hand for the curl of her hair

And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there

Gather some memory from the night before

Where'd she go? she go, where'd she go?

Screaming of threats and slam of a door

Well I don't know, don't know, don't know

So I look to the window and the city below

From this bed of mine

Where I eat sweet jelly rolls

Think I'll put on my face

I'd like to fix me a drink

'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think

Last night's but a question that hangs likes a noose

'Round my throat, my throat

Surely tonight, I'll invite it's abuse

Well there's no hope, no hope, no hope

Goodness me, oh my

Oh my god, I still might be fine

Get through all the pains I fake

Poor boy could use a break

A break from my own daily hate, oh

"Pain is something no one else knows"

That's what I hear them say

But everyone bereaves the day

I said weary weary walk away

So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave

You light me a smoke because it's right to behave

And I'm all juiced up all morning because is when

Heros stand tall in the statues of men

And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet

Oh the fame, the fame, the fame
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Someday they may use my head as a seat

Well I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait

Goodness me, oh my

Oh my god, I still might get by

Get through all the pains I fake

Poor boy could use a break

A break from my own daily hate, oh

"Pain is something no one else knows"

That's what I hear them say

But everyone bereaves the day

I said weary weary walk away

When I die alone bury me deep

Way out west past Sunset Street

So I can hear old 29 when she goes rollin' by

And when they come to claim my skin

And I go back where I begin

Place the stones at my head and feet

Tell them all I've gone to sleep

And as the city unravels her metal bedroll

I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll

And the people all stop just to watch me go by

With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye

So riddle me this while I lend you my soul in a song, in a song, a song

And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine

Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn

Goodness me, oh my

Oh my god, I still might get by

Get through all the pains I fake

Poor boy could use a break

A break from my own daily hate, oh

"Pain is something no one else knows"

That's what I hear them say

But everyone bereaves the day

I said weary weary walk away