Letras:
Saints Of The Underground Bruised

I'm so bruised inside No, I'm not alright I miss you in my life Love you 'till I die There is no we, We lived happy ever after It's the ending of our

the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised

to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised

the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised

the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised

the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised

to the music Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised