Текст песни: Afghan Whigs, The - Amphetamines and Coffee
(Paul K.)
Hey man what is that yr thinkin
Maybe YOU can get away
There must be lots of pressure
& lots of bills to pay
Amphetamines & coffee
It almost makes you gag
Too many big decisions
No more time to play
Slip into something classic
Turn on the television
Ignoring all your children
Accepting their derision
Routine is acknowledged with pinnacle precision
The statistician stares at a family in division
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(Paul K.)
Hey man what is that yr thinkin
Maybe YOU can get away
There must be lots of pressure
& lots of bills to pay
Amphetamines & coffee
It almost makes you gag
Too many big decisions
No more time to play
Slip into something classic
Turn on the television
Ignoring all your children
Accepting their derision
Routine is acknowledged with pinnacle precision
The statistician stares at a family in division
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