paroles de chanson Rock-n-roll Pozzeria - Less Than Jake

Man it's really strange
This city never stays the same
I've got to keep on moving
I've got to keep on going
But maybe it's to keep itself sane
I got to keep on going
So I don't have any feeling

I'm on my way out of this place
That has me turning numb
I'm on my way
All the feeling in this place
Has up and gone

One hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
My middle finger up
One hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
My middle finger up two, three, four

Man it's really strange
This city never stays the same
I've got to keep on moving
I've got to keep on going
But maybe it's to keep itself sane
I got to keep on going
So I don't have no feeling

I'm on my way out of this place
That has me turning numb
I'm on my way
All the feeling in this place
It has me up and going

One hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
My middle finger up
One hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
I'm always fucking up

One hand on the wheel
The other out the window
With a smile on my face
My middle finger up two, three, four