Magazines Songtext
von The Everybodyfields

Two days and my money′s spent
I can't tell you just where I′ve been
I only gamble when I steal
But I like the way it feels

My hands still smell like a magazine
I keep having the same old dream
Everything is what it seems
Something's wrong and I'm off to sleep


White knuckles on a baseball bat
I know just where I′m at
Sun shone like david copperfield
Daddy, tell me it′s not real

Two feet, knee-deep in doubt
Around the bases and at home I'm out
But if you′re never home I doubt
That you will ever see me out

Parking lot is a hiding place
'Cause under the cars you can′t see my face