When you walk home from the party Drunk on bacardi
and listening To the voices that lie to you
nightly, Make you frightened of everyone, Make you
sorry for something. You go home and spend your
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/AGI2]life alone with the stereo, Watching the late
show; or force yourself Out in the night to meet
your generation. You feel like claymation in
fluorescent light. On our knees, we made it hard
to see, We made it hard to breathe and the air was
thin.