Testo
It's too much confusion today
How can I assure to shy away?
And he blew his brains out with a pistol I saved
To cover his ass or make a point someway
Meet me on Lonely Street
Meet me on Lonely Street
Now
To stab me in the back, you know she threw a hatchet
Buried in my chest when I turned to catch it
And my lucky days are stuck in quarantine
I thought I got some kind of warranty
Meet me on Lonely Street
Meet me on Lonely Street
Meet me on Lonely Street
Meet me on Lonely Street
