Текст песни You Am I - Damage
You Am I - Damage слова песни
Woke up with a war in my head,An old man`s grumbleAnd an extra space in the bedAnd if ol` John Prine can`t sing the next lineBout something that can make me smileGonna have be contentTo stare at yer baby photos til it makes some senseWere you ever mine anywaySpeak up as I drop awayI wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstickWrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to meburnt six thousand minds, sorry for all timesI just can`t add up the sums to find the damage we`ve doneI fell for you like a doll from a treeKeep a straight stitched faceAs the ground makes a bed for meI keep my eye where I fell, sends no repliesYou can run so long from sadnessThat you`re never at home for the funI cant make excusesFor the short hand abusesThank God it aint a Sunday nightI wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstickWrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to meburnt six thousand minds, sorry for all timesI just can`t add up the sums to find the damage we`ve doneI wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstickWrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to meburning out in the lights, sorry for all timesI just can`t see how it comesthe damage we`ve donethe damage we`ve donethe damage we`ve done