Last Train To Cool — текст песни (Nation Of Ulysses)

3 chords, yeah they`re yours,
we stole them from your bottom drawer.
16 strings or something,
yeah, don`t listen, `cause we stole everything.
Yeah, it`s true, we got it from you,
don`t worry man, there`s nothing new.
Stay outside,
there`s nothing in here that you would call alive.
With your own little shoes on your own little feet,
you`ll never win or lose on your own little street,
when you`re suckin` on your thumb and it`s all goin` numb
and you`re looking in the mirror and your looking so dumb,
well don`t expect my invitation to come,
in your own little can where you cut out the noise.
You`re too busy spittin` out mouthwash,
too busy spittin` out your own voice.
You keep saying, I`ve got a car outside,
well it that`s true child, go take a ride.