Текст песни Massacre - Hard Working Americans

Last call, last dime
You generalize all the time
I hate to tell you but your slip is showing and
I'd hate to see you walk around not knowing

I know I say that I ran away but
We both know how it's just talk
At the end of the day if
The time ever came who would run away
If they knew they could walk
It was easy, too easy to do
If you ever walk out on me baby
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after you

Broken people can't be stopped or saved
We're like hurricanes or tidal waves
We leave a little mark on you like oh so what
So does lipstick around the sidewalk end of a cigarette butt

You know lately you don't even call me
Half of the time when you tell me you will
You know they could bury
This town into the cold ground
Before they'd ever slow down that rumor mill
It just churns and turns out
Another every other couple down
Until I hear from you
I've got to listen to what's going around

There's nothing in this world I would rather do
Than roll around forever In some heaven with you
If there ain't no heaven that'll be alright too, won't it?
Hell no, it won't, but what are we going to do about it?
Nothing

Baby, maybe just call me once in awhile
When you tell me you will
You know they could bury
This town into the cold ground
Before they'll ever slow down that rumor mill
It just churns and turns out
Another every other couple down
Until I hear from you
I've got to listen to what's going around

Until I hear from you
I've got to listen to what's going around