Текст песни Severe Tire Damage - What I Do
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By: Steve RubinThe heat was on the pavementHe peaked out through the blindsHis friends forgot his numberHe`d left them all behindIf he had another chanceCould think the whole thing throughHe`d do the same dumb thing againAnd crow "that`s what I do" "Free will," it`s some kind of joke You know your choices well It always ends up just the same The path that leads to HellThe petty politicianHe smiles and kisses kidsNo one thought he`d go this farHe wins each race he bidsSo now they`re yelling at himThe country`s in a stewBut he just keeps on smiling, `causeHe says "that`s what I do" "Free will," it`s some kind of joke You know your choices well It always ends up just the same The path that leads to Hell{Bridge:}I`ve tried, I`ve tried, old dogI`ve tried, I`ve tried, old dog{Guitar}That pile of rags is livingSome flesh, a sign, a bowlHe`s skinny and unshavenThe years have took a tollBut I won`t stop to help himHe`ll spend it all on brewAnd I don`t want to talk to him`Cause that`s not what I do "Free will," it`s some kind of joke You know your choices well It always ends up just the same The path that leads to HellYou know I love you, babyI really do try hardBut sometimes, jeez, I`m such a jerkYou make me walk the yardNow everybody knows thisIt really must be truePlease try to love me as I am`Cause this is what I do "Free will," it`s some kind of joke You know your choices well It always ends up just the same The path that leads to Hell