Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 493 Ruth, artist - Bomb The Music Industry!. Album song Get Warmer, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.09.2007
Record label: Asian Man
Song language: English
493 Ruth |
I brought a guitar |
I brought a handful of credit cards |
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit |
That I’ll probably never use |
I took 95 |
And then I transferred to the I-85 |
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth |
Then I drove through my backyard |
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
I could never understand why people can’t begin again |
It wouldn’t stop raining, we didn’t have our key |
'Till we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM |
They said from LA to London there is no other place |
I would rather live then here |
We had to unpack things |
Just to get to the mattress and box spring |
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable |
and with no telephone |
Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork |
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen |
How people can’t appreciate it takes time to make something great |
Yeah, I know I’m repeating myself here, yeah, I know I’m repeating myself again |
Shake the shakes away |
Shake the shakes away |
If you’re going uphill at a very rapid speed, soon there’s nowhere to go but |
down |
So take the time to rise back up and up and up and up and up |
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
I could never understand why people can’t begin again |
Why people can’t appreciate it’s okay to do something great |
Yeah, I know I’m repeating myself again and again and again |