Gut Feeling Songtext
von Hunters & Collectors
Gut Feeling Songtext
Yesterday when I was young and bold
My head was hungry but my feet were cold
To the strings of Mumma′s apron – I was tied
From my initiation I tried to hide
I shut my eyes when the truth was all around
Dog in a manger that's where I was found
You can run all your life but don′t ya know
You fall in love when there's nowhere else to go
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C'mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
Like a child I was mesmerised
All the lessons of romance I memorised
I could have broken – I could have cried
But I held it in until the feeling died
She turned around and she said to me
"Boy, you′re so hard – you′re so angry
You're just a child like everyone else
Why don′t ya take five and forget yourself!"
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C'mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
She needed room but I didn′t believe her
Broken words coming down the receiver
Everybody's story has a life of its own
But what makes a man is what keeps him alone
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C′mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
My head was hungry but my feet were cold
To the strings of Mumma′s apron – I was tied
From my initiation I tried to hide
I shut my eyes when the truth was all around
Dog in a manger that's where I was found
You can run all your life but don′t ya know
You fall in love when there's nowhere else to go
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C'mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
Like a child I was mesmerised
All the lessons of romance I memorised
I could have broken – I could have cried
But I held it in until the feeling died
She turned around and she said to me
"Boy, you′re so hard – you′re so angry
You're just a child like everyone else
Why don′t ya take five and forget yourself!"
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C'mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
She needed room but I didn′t believe her
Broken words coming down the receiver
Everybody's story has a life of its own
But what makes a man is what keeps him alone
Let the pendulum swing – you can have anything
C′mon wash me clean – gut feeling!
Writer(s): Mark Jeremy Seymour, Barry John Joseph Palmer, John Melville Lee Archer, John Albert Howard, Douglas James Falconer, Robert David Miles, Jeremy Stuart Smith, Michael Bernard Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com