Bright Eyes "Gold Mine Gutted" Songtext

Gold Mine Gutted

It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neatAnd a blinking midnight clockSpeakers on a TV standJust a turntable to watchAnd the smoke came out our mouthsOn all those hooded sweatshirt walksWe were a stroke of luckWe were a gold mine, they gutted us

And from the sidelines you see me runUntil I'm out of breathLiving the good life, I left for deadThe sorrowful MidwestWell I did my best...To keep my head

It was grass stain jeans and incompletesAnd a girl from class to touchBut you think about yourself too muchAnd you ruin who you loveWell all these claims at consciousnessMy stray dog freedomLet's have a nice clean cutLike a bag we buy and divy up

And from the sidelines, I see you runUntil you're out of breathAnd all those white lines that sped us upWe hurried to our deathWell I lagged behind...So you got ahead

Hier finden Sie den Text des Liedes Gold Mine Gutted Song von Bright Eyes. Oder der Gedichttext Gold Mine Gutted. Bright Eyes Gold Mine Gutted Text.