City Boy Songtext
von Ramallah
City Boy Songtext
Let′s go!
I got a story, a story to tell
About a long road back from a sort of hell
I was flying almost every night
I was ready to burn and I was living to die
So take a look, take a look in my eyes
'Cause I got no remorse for all those tears I never cried
Take a look in my eyes
And I know the world can be so cold
And I know the world can make you so old (let′s go!)
I got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills (ha!)
I'm almost home
And I've seen
Broken hearts
Like broken dreams
Like broken bodies under pale street lights tonight
I′ve seen the hate, yeah, I′d heard their lies
I turned my back and now I'm on the outside
I am on the outside
And I know the world can be so cold
And I know the world can make you so old (let′s go!)
I got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul
I'm almost home
I know the world can be so cold (I got this gun to my head all alone)
I know the world can be so cold (Another bottle of pills almost gone)
I know the world can be so cold
(My cigarette burns right through my soul)
I′m almost home
I'm on my way home
I′m going home
I'm on my way home
I'm finally home
I got a story, a story to tell
About a long road back from a sort of hell
I was flying almost every night
I was ready to burn and I was living to die
So take a look, take a look in my eyes
'Cause I got no remorse for all those tears I never cried
Take a look in my eyes
And I know the world can be so cold
And I know the world can make you so old (let′s go!)
I got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills (ha!)
I'm almost home
And I've seen
Broken hearts
Like broken dreams
Like broken bodies under pale street lights tonight
I′ve seen the hate, yeah, I′d heard their lies
I turned my back and now I'm on the outside
I am on the outside
And I know the world can be so cold
And I know the world can make you so old (let′s go!)
I got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul
I'm almost home
I know the world can be so cold (I got this gun to my head all alone)
I know the world can be so cold (Another bottle of pills almost gone)
I know the world can be so cold
(My cigarette burns right through my soul)
I′m almost home
I'm on my way home
I′m going home
I'm on my way home
I'm finally home
Writer(s): Jason Eicke, Robert Arthur Lind Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com