Текст песни The Breeders - Son Of Three
The Breeders - Son Of Three слова песни
I got an empty case of Wip-Its No more time on the meter Daybreak About face I think I`m comin` Cross another country line Are we there? Convertible Cookin` with nitrous Crackin` in the air I am the sign of go While last night`s stars were high Now they`re popping in the sky And the band is jammin` in Daybreak I don`t like it Better tonight Better for you Buzzing flourescence I don`t what it wants from me If I find the door Then I am the son of go And the band is movin` in That`s what you get That`s what you get When there`s no time on the meter You get An empty case Of Wip-Its And a boyfriend with a beeper