paroles de chanson Opposite of Fair - The Chicharones

My heart stopped when I saw her, dancing through the
Restaurant window.
Right then it rained a little bit harder.
Look at her. She's so beautiful. She used to be mine
The way she looked in my eyes when my fingers walked up
Her thighs.
But in time, I threw it away like I do with everything
I love
I'm settling for less disgruntled on regrets. I'm
Saddened to deep depths
No longer beneath this. I'll just walk away, can't let
Her see this.

She was a smoky blond whiskey-gulping vixen,
At the bar stool fixing fools, flirting, forgetting the
Hurting .
In a circle full of fellas cheering, everyone is yelling:
"You're so!@#$%^& beautiful!"
Stroke one another hating how we feel unsuitable
This women's luminous beauty was exposed as she chose
To show full nudity and leave suitably tipsy. She gets
A taxi.
For luck she chucks her change in a bum's lap.

See this patch of small change, will help the unnamed
Pass out in the rain
He made barely enough to drink away the pain
That overwhelmed his body when it was absent from the
Substance
From constant consumption, what once was an abundance
Of wealth,
Dwindled away, to the liquor shelf, to get away
Now the sidewalk's a pillow, and the alleyway, a bed to
Lay.
As he went to get his fix he saw a sad kid next to the
Wishing well,
He opened his clenched fist and said: "Make A Wish"

I never had a wish come true, most days spent chasing
Too few pennies
When there's never been any payoff
I never get a day off just a kid on his own
Both folks got laid off I live in the park all alone.
Thinking bad luck sucks the spirit from the bone
Then some old bum come up and give me some change and
Be gone
So I drop a couple quarters in the wishing well waters,
Then walk over to swap wisdom with the man who talks to
Pigeons

"Hey kid" - You remind me of my grandson when he was
Living.
So curious and full of life like all children.
But something's hidden, your heart plays a Sad rhythm,
Just like him, before he let the hurt get him. Listen...
Life's like treading water with the weight of the world
On your shoulder
But we're all born to fly just like these pigeons, when
I throw a rock to the center.
He dropped to his knees, lost his breath, his heart
Stopped beating...
"Son - Call the Paramedics"

When we got there, there was nothing could do – this
Was not rare.
I guess we all gotta go, should have stopped there.
And now I get to thinking how life makes beautiful
Music,
And death exhales stale breath.
Veils fail to hide these eyes glazed and glossed over.
In graves they tossed over in the glades the gods
Watched over.
Luck is made sunburnt in shade,
Boy becomes a man and old flames wane and fade.

We're all lost souls trying to get home
And brush by accidentally before we move on
Realize that your moment is a moment in time,
So don't deny that this time is your moment to shine.

People come, people go,
Stop and sit see the show.
It's the opposite of fair
But that's just how it go.