Ray Liotta — текст песни (Linoleum)

Running to the station
And you`re feeling just like Ray Liotta
Eyes are blacker than your shades
You`re wearing pretty thin
Tearing through the crowd
`Cause you won`t wait
And you can`t face a weekend
Staring at the ceiling
The walls are closing in
Life`s too slow
So you run away
And you know
Life`s too slow
Turn into the market
And you catch him on the stairs
Man, you kept me waiting
And it`s giving me the fear
He takes you `round the corner
And he passes you the gear
You bitch about the money
He says that`s the cost of living
And life`s too slow
I`ll have you run away
And you know
You can run away
Back into the open
And you`re feeling kind of nervous
Wanna get there quick
So get a cab
Rushing for the door
It seems you`re never gonna get there
Now you`re sitting again without your friend
You`re looking in the mirror but it`s not at your reflection
And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend
You`re looking in the mirror but it`s not at your reflection
And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend