Buffalo Heart Songtext
von Fischer‐Z
Buffalo Heart Songtext
Buffalo hearts are breaking in two.
Stuff all the banks and money that′s due.
I'll take you to Rome on my Harley D.
They′ll never catch up on time.
Buffalo girl don't tickle my chin.
I was on another planet.
It's time to laugh about it.
I was on another planet.
Save me.
There′s lots of juice in the bottle.
The kids in the sack.
All we got fire in our belly.
There′ll be no holding back.
It's just a short intermission,
a temporary fault.
There′s only one thing wrong:
No justice in this world.
Another campside. Another campside.
Find out the things that bother you most.
Scrape up your life and spread it on toast.
I'll take you to Rome on my Harley D.
They′ll never catch up this time.
Buffalo girl don't tickle my chain.
I was on another planet.
I found I couldn′t stand it.
I was on another planet.
Save me.
There's lots of juice in the bottle.
The kids in the sack.
All we got fire in our belly.
There'll be no holding back.
It′s just a short intermission,
a temporary fault.
There′s only one thing wrong:
No justice in this world.
Another campside, another broken home
Another campside, another child that won't go back to school.
Stuff all the banks and money that′s due.
I'll take you to Rome on my Harley D.
They′ll never catch up on time.
Buffalo girl don't tickle my chin.
I was on another planet.
It's time to laugh about it.
I was on another planet.
Save me.
There′s lots of juice in the bottle.
The kids in the sack.
All we got fire in our belly.
There′ll be no holding back.
It's just a short intermission,
a temporary fault.
There′s only one thing wrong:
No justice in this world.
Another campside. Another campside.
Find out the things that bother you most.
Scrape up your life and spread it on toast.
I'll take you to Rome on my Harley D.
They′ll never catch up this time.
Buffalo girl don't tickle my chain.
I was on another planet.
I found I couldn′t stand it.
I was on another planet.
Save me.
There's lots of juice in the bottle.
The kids in the sack.
All we got fire in our belly.
There'll be no holding back.
It′s just a short intermission,
a temporary fault.
There′s only one thing wrong:
No justice in this world.
Another campside, another broken home
Another campside, another child that won't go back to school.
Writer(s): John Malcolm Watts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com