Curb Guilt Songtext
von Girlband

So here I wait with company
Of dead-man-gray concrete tire-stopper thingy
I see the man
Who left me here
He′s got the six pack of his beer
He hurled a can at the mirror
In agony he had to run
The blatancy of smoking guns and decency

I had the gum, the pack I stole
From the shelf of the store that I'm now waiting
In front of, and the woman who worked the counter
Late past two came up to me


She reached down toward my hand
I thought at least today I won′t be dying so alone
She felt the foil, plastic, and
The substance made of rubber bands
Pulled it away

"Thief!" she said
"You got what you deserve!"
"Ma'am," I said
"The money's in my other hand"

Can′t I run
From a man with a gun
These days?

Can′t I run
From a man with a gun
These days?