Тексты песен Cowboy Mouth

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9 Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and st

I've got no reason for the things I fear The things that plague me when I see and hear A dime's a nickel and a nickel's none I throw myself into the Sunday sun That summer Sunday when you went insane