Текст песни James Lynn Strait - The Box
James Lynn Strait - The Box слова песни
Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worshipMy kind have been molded by images on the screenBrought up to emulate the big gunsAnother guest on deaths best showThe influence cuts deeper than mom knowsElectric waves the demons flyNow could we just be bred to kill or dieThere must be something elseThe blame I place on myselfBehind tired eyes the demons stirThe tears go uncriedIn the box - doin timeNow that Im grownAbandoned childhood toysBut still what danger have I retained? To grab the brass ring& go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murderIn the box - doin time& the minds are locked down