Verdi: Luisa Miller / Act 1 - Tu, tu signor, fra queste soglie!

歌詞

Driving this piece-of-shit-car Watching the needle bend on h Thinking how plastic sticks to the package And the meaning of the word gay Bottle of whisky high on the shelf Top ramen rings the dinner bell It's so clean It's so pure Sweet as sweat The night that never really got dark By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home By the time i make it home By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to Headache five days straight Bloody right side of my brain Fishhook deep in my palm Yanked it out, blood's everywhere The bar's loaded with drunkards I'm driving passed it with my knees It's so clean It's so pure Sweet as sweat The night that never really got dark By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home By the time i make it home By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to By the time i make it home By the time i make it home By the time i make it home there might be nothing to come home to