Ill Fitting Suit Songtext
von Color Green

Slowing down or picking up the pace
Blindside drawn by the wrong charade
Talk is cheap out here selling dimes
You dropped the quarter; jack o′ nines
Heads are gone, fools rush in
No sight of me
No sight of me

Reflections cast the ripples pull
Striking gold upon the motherland
'Til you come across another lie
Rolling hills the tears that cry
Your heads just gone
But you don′t mind blindly
Can't you see?

Pull up your boots
Ill-fitting suit
You've got all the time to lose
To pay your dues
I′ll pay mine


Now you′re moving towards a bitter sigh
You're pushing daisies to the western mind
You′re bumming through the open wide
Your freedoms just an alibi
Your heads just gone, but I don't mind
Without me
Without me

Pull up your boots
Ill-fitting suit
You′ve got all the time to lose
To pull up your boots
Ill-fitting suit
You've got all the time to lose
To pay your dues
I′ll pay mine

Pull up your boots
Ill-fitting suit
You've got all the time to lose
To pull up your boots
Ill-fitting suit
You've got all the time to lose
To pay your dues
I′ll pay mine