Never Getting Warm Songtext
von The Taxpayers

In Dubrovnik, in a building, on an antique
Floor
With the cutting edge of glass against the
Skin at the throat
From the basement to the attic, running
Back and Forth
In the middle of a room through the ice
And the storm

We took the dope that we had, packed up
As much as we could, threw a rock through
The solitary window in the room
Took the clothes on our bodies down to
The open bag of trash, laying to rest every
Goddamn good thing we had ever had

From the door, to the stairway, to the
Street, through a gathering storm
Never getting warm


In Dubrovnik, at a pawn shop, an exchange
For more
In the mail at the building an arraignment
For court
From the shelter to the elements, running
Back and forth
From the shelter to the elements, right
Back to the store

We took the cash that we had, packed up
As much as we could, took the trash with
The clothes to the backpacks and the
Goods
Stuck a plug in the basin, possessions
Intact, started the faucet, the sink
Overflowing the edge

From the door, to the stairway, to the
Street, through a gathering storm
Never getting warm