Comfortable Kids Songtext
von The Dead Trees

Who are all these comfortable kids?
Why do they get all the attention?
Are they well off, or just well bred?

Find me out and invite me inside
To break bread at your table, I've just arrived on time

You cut your food, and made your bed child

Shes in the wind
I thought she'll roll in
And run away, with you
Like a strong breezed balloon

And who are all these idiot friends?
They drown themselves around me everytime I try to stand up
Regrets. Are not. My strong point. No


And who is this who knocks on my door?
Passed out on the couch and on the floor
And I don't even know who I got in my bed, or my head

Shes in the wind
I thought she'll roll in
And run away, with you
Like a strong breezed balloon

Play the cards that are in your hand
It's not your fault, it's just the way it is
It's such a life
Slow it down
Cause you think your on fire...

Your on fire.
Your on fire.