Текст песни Hunters And Collectors - Hayley`s Doorstep (5 37)
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Here is change`s basement houseHere is adventure for seven yearsBut I never could swallow a sinner`s prideAnd it filled her face with tearsAnd every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the tableShe spreads a mess of living at my feetBut I never could swallow a sinner`s prideAnd the food she makes me eatWaiting on Hayley`s doorstepBehind two bloodshot eyesThe stale taste of wasted gunshotSlap back across the skyWaiting on Hayley`s doorstepI heard she`s coming homeShe`ll get that pain inside againAnd it`s me who`ll point the boneAnd every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the tableShe spreads a mess of living at my feetBut I never could swallow a sinner`s prideAnd the food she makes me eatWaiting on Hayley`s doorstepBehind two bloodshot eyesThe stale taste, the stale taste of wasted gunshotSlap back across the skyWaiting on Hayley`s doorstepI heard she`s coming homeShe`ll get, she`ll get that pain inside againAnd it`s me who`ll point the bone