: Well, you think you're sitting pretty, But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady, But you're weak as a matchstick
fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home
the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home
the fires unknown Into oblivion Through sticks and stones Pick up the phone My jacks are all blown Oh, these nights out alone Come carry me home A habit hard to break Take me home
Tradução: The Hellacopters. Carry Me Home.
Well, you think you're sitting pretty, But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady, But you're weak as a matchstick leg
