Letra da Música The Bottom de The Record Low

A small riot in a passenger van
Seems you traveled a long way to get laid
And get the glass in your hand
A new fixture a lease on the street
How's it feel to be watched when you sit
Wight he drunks in the cheap seats

So come early it's the first of the month
Taking only beginners, 10 below
And it feels like a punch
In the jaw, there's so many to chase
But if I get out in front
They won't bother with the look on my face

Two days from the southern state
Who knows how long the ocean breaks for you
So drown in the way things used to be

Hell waits on the sober dates
For the young skin pale by the summer lake
Taking fast to avoid the begging questions
They can wait

A sole witness never taking the stand
1 Hour to listen but 7 nights
To sleep with the band
Will you lie if you can't get along
With the east village
As they lean back and inhale the smog

Shoot strait with a crooked stare
And stay out with the girls
Who put all the bright colors in their hair
Do they talk, so little do they care
Is this what you came for
Or the late nights going nowhere

20 Years and you can't relate
To the d street girls who don't cooperate
With the elder state trying hard
To teach them a lesson
When the wind and the water
And the winter waste
Make you shake like a new born
In a nurses face
And the neighbors have escaped
With all the heat
You can stay with me