Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Don't Touch That Dial
A suitcase is a nice place
For a young man to call home
There just ain't no where to hang your hat from
And the wrong taste in the right place
Will burn an image on your tongue
Man, you've got to know where I am coming from
Something's wrong with the radio
It stopped playing the songs I know
I wish I may I wish I might
Get a little sleep tonight
Who me?
Trying to feel it
Maybe it'll come tonight
Don't sing that song unless you mean it
You gotta do it with a tear in your eye
Don't sing that song unless you mean it
Testify
Testify
It's not a truck stop
Not a road block
That's gonna make you lose your mind
Its the uncertainty of the day and time
And there's a foul smell in the hotel
I think i'm going to sleep outside
Man, you've got to know you put us in a bind
Something's wrong with the radio
It stopped playing the songs I know
I wish I may I wish I might
Get a little sleep tonight
Who me?
Trying to feel it
Maybe it'll come tonight
Don't sing that song unless you mean it
You gotta do it with a tear in your eye
Don't sing that song unless you mean it
Testify
Testify
I'm falling apart
Breaking my fucking heart
Would someone let me know
If they play a song I know
Trying to feel it
Dying to feel it
Author: Schuylar Croom
Band: He Is Legend
Album: It Hates You
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