The Brendan Hines все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I see you and I get ideas
Your boyfriend should go, outside
I'll stay here, you stay here too
We can, make believe, that he died

And we won't go, to the funeral
Because there's plenty, of movies to see
Um-brellas, who needs 'em?

Hobos and tacos
and broken down Hondas
No-doze and slo-mos and Jane Fucking Fondas
Sunshine and red wine
And how is the torque?
I miss New York

Fuck you but thank you

Rolling broke and disgusted through the canyons of wealth
Everything I swallow threatens my health
I'll stop one day I promise to myself
I'll stretch until it hurts but I'll reach the top shelf

All my money goes into my mouth
One way or another and it won't come out
There's nothing in my pocket but there used to be gold