Текст песни Paul Westerberg - Century
Paul Westerberg - Century слова песни
Yeah...Well I bit off more than I could chewI sucked awhile and spit it outYou met me once now who are youYou met me twice who am I to doubtBuilt to please and raised to rockConstruction starts here on this blockMillenium has come at lastMy one horse town is made of glassMy century...is turningMy century...is turningWell so long to the so-so yearsOf river mouths and chandeliersMorning crews that make me yawnI hold my heave until Im goneI cock an ear and crack a smileLast in line and single fileThe only ones standing at this speechAre the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys<repeat >Now I cant go back...its my last chanceNow I cant go back...its my last chanceBlacktop yards and sonic boomsDone heroin and in ladies roomsBouncing balls and spinning wheelsElectronic retail power dealsTurning calendars forgottenExpiration date is rottenBehind my eyes Ive seen it allYears go past upon the wall<repeat>My century...my century