Тексты песен All-Time Quarterback

Radio stations playing what you want to hear When it went gold and then went platinum With girls screaming in your ear I snapped a photo of lunch meat on the tour bus, lunch meat on the tour bus And s

Did you ever thought of this? A split at the seams And I was careful enough To keep my questions to the least level of What I thought you could handle I was seventeen And you kept on changing The plan

They had a bad case of nostalgic blues And started a group just to cop the tunes (Bad Boys whatcha gonna) And all the kids went crazy when the singer screamed They set their cymbals on fire its a punk

With every movement, everything's said I drink till I'm sober and start again If you had the answers, cause I wasn't sharp Then why was it ending or why did it start? I do declare you were all that I

You were my army And I would command Attack the holy land And you were that interstate That I would roll my tanks down So color me stunned And wake the children when we're done And put the details in

I skipped the part of the storyline with interesting characters and dialog And sat alone to contemplate the place of cigarettes and rock and roll fashion And its times like these at 32 degrees cabin f