Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Atlantic City, artist - Huntsmen. Album song American Scrap, in the genre МеталDate of issue: 22.02.2018
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Atlantic City |
| A long hot Indian summer |
| Poolside white girl tans |
| She got her claws into me early that summer |
| Toenails like talons, sparkling in the sand |
| Atlantic City, winding back alley streets |
| Her wrist in my hand, on the run, clutching my gun |
| We left our souls open and willing to the heart of a fray not yet exposed |
| And all along the beach, sharks washed up, teeth strewn around, bleached by the |
| sun |
| Watch where you’re walking, there’s blood in the sand |
| Watch where you’re walking, this gun in my hand… |
| Love, wait for me, I’m almost home |
| Save my place at hearth of stone |
| Don’t wait for me, I’m almost gone |
| Take my place when winter comes |