Текст песни Electronic - Gangster
Electronic - Gangster слова песни
It`s not the way that you would listenOr the way you comb your hairIt`s the fact that you are missingHow I feel when you`re not thereI went through all the months of JanuaryLocked up in this cellI`d like to be at home, but on my ownI didn`t do too wellLook at me, I always get the blameBut I can`t even learn to spell my nameI like to read, I like to writeBut where I live I learn to fightSo don`t you ever say that we`re the sameI don`t need a doctor telling me I`m full of juiceIt`s not a statement that I`m making, but the plain and simple truthI went through all the months of JanuaryLocked up in my cellI`d like to think of home, when I`m aloneIt doesn`t work too well