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Where The Zero Meets The Fifteen
- wykonawca: Five Iron Frenzy
My car broke down in Arizona, have to
ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on
Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a
broken pen. I put my backpack on the
bench, tell two people I don?t smoke,
see the cop across the street, he thinks
that I am selling dope, I could have
walked another block, to get away from
the scene. Why does it always come to
this, where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the
man who peed his pants. He passes out
and falls on me, I watch my change fall
from his hand. I see the lady next to
me, holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,
where I got my new tattoo. What does
it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I
own? How can I ever save the world,
on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it
never goes that way.
God I don?t know what to do, down at
Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I
don?t know how to play. He says I
fumble all the time. He thinks that I am
John Elway. I put my face down in my
hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them? Does it
matter if I try? I can?t stand to see you
suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula
to end you pain, it doesn?t work, God
knows I?ve tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes I?m too afraid that I?m going to spill.
My car broke down in Arizona, have to
ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on
Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a
broken pen. I put my backpack on the
bench, tell two people I don?t smoke,
see the cop across the street, he thinks
that I am selling dope, I could have
walked another block, to get away from
the scene. Why does it always come to
this, where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the
man who peed his pants. He passes out
and falls on me, I watch my change fall
from his hand. I see the lady next to
me, holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,
where I got my new tattoo. What does
it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I
own? How can I ever save the world,
on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it
never goes that way.
God I don?t know what to do, down at
Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I
don?t know how to play. He says I
fumble all the time. He thinks that I am
John Elway. I put my face down in my
hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them? Does it
matter if I try? I can?t stand to see you
suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula
to end you pain, it doesn?t work, God
knows I?ve tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes I?m too afraid that I?m going to spill.