Seven Nights A Week Songtext
von Catastrophe & Cure

You ride the streets Seven nights a week
Look for us
In every passing car
We drive around
Until the morning comes
Sleep all day
In Uncle Bob′s woodshed
On the corner of your house
In the park and at the water tank
We gather
Always up to no good
Forgive me mother
We dream of leaving this town
For good
To you it seems
We're going off the rails
Deaf and dumb


Ignoring all your phone calls
From this point on There′s no turning back
Once we're gone
It will never be the same
On the corner of your house
In the park and at the water tank
We gather
Always up to no good
Forgive me mother
We dream of leaving this town
For good
We gather
Always up to no good
Forgive me mother
We dream of leaving this town
For good
We gather