Sick Days
The Holiday Crowd
Somewhere in between sensible obscene
I chose to live my life like the prophets did
In style, in style, in style, in style
It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn their ways
Somewhere in between sensible obscene
I chose to live my life like the prophets did
In style, in style, in style, in style
It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn their ways...
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, It's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, It's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, It's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
Somewhere in between sensible obscene