Текст песни Incubus - Trouble In 421
Incubus - Trouble In 421 слова песни
the evening began as a positive swaretand my abode was 4 2 0 gbut little did i know that in the very next apartmentthere`d be trouble on the brew for meubiquitous i wish i could bebecause the clock cuts short my own dayone hundred things to do before i rest my sore assupon the cushion that supports my arraycan this betroubleso if i mayslip you a tipyou`d best stay away from 4 2 1troubleso get high the green wayso get by the green way yesi knocked upon their doorin hopes of bidding them their welcomeand instead i was caught by an eyehis pupil was wide openkinda like a liquor barn at 3 00it was indoubadoubly dose derivedit was then that they took meand shined their light between my eyeshe saidwhat are ya newwhy are you herewhat`s the catchwhy not explain in clearwhy you`re peakin aroundi wish i could`ve just kept to my ownmy hospitality has been too well spent and i`ve paid my renti should`ve kept my thoughtson who might`ve been insideso that my mind could sit and delude my pridei beg my common sense to keep myneighbor out away from my front dooruntil i find a wayto hide myself from those in 4 2 1 one one away from the good one