Will "The Thrill"

歌詞

Underneath what's beating slimy green Saint Laurence built in the safe of these No intelligent thing left to say Oh what's done and bid them wash away Load a cycle nineteen fifty-three Yellow mounting carpet Indian chief Rusted in then old bent dumpy shed Pushed the wheel barrel over the tire tread And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?" Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows? Through the deaf fields in cold lundy uh Had to hitchhike back to Montezuma Ended up in some place far away Cowboy boots till don a switch blade Seven seventy M-W Series deep that goes a hunch then soon Sittin' on the leather worn and torn Muddy boot prints cover up the floor And I was like, "Oh my God, is this actually happening to me?" Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows? Look at the posters that are on the wall Michael Jordan standing six feet tall It's in your closet or behind your bed No feel if feel the sense of bloody red Like wind, my friend