Текст песни Headstones - Dripping Dime Size Drops
Headstones - Dripping Dime Size Drops слова песни
Gonna pick up my bagGonna run straight homeWhen the police come knocking (tell `em)That I never left the front doorThis fabric has fadedThere`ll be no renaissanceToo many winos in the park manYou know that their brains are doing somersaultsCould`ve been a day from SundayCould`ve been Tuesday lastCould`ve been everything that I wantedYou know that it was everything that I hadI`m dripping dime size dropsNow the glass it is emptyIt is no longer discreetLast point of entry did meNow I just can`t competeI wish that it would stopYou could drive a truck right through it52 steps until I dropThere ain`t no way to prove itNow the ashes have fallenPave the way for the speedLast point of entry did meI still can`t compete