Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wilted Daisies, artist - Joshua James. Album song Build Me This, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Record label: MTN
Song language: English
Wilted Daisies |
Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row |
On the top of Mt. Vernon in the dirty snow |
Where the shadows sing of sunshine like a dying crow |
Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row |
You’re waving high into the night time of a New York street |
Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats |
You’re racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see |
The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet |
'Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top |
It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop |
It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top |
Well, your hand begins to slip or they cut and either way you drop |
Your small apartment is a mess but you don’t seem to care |
The dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chairs |
And higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare |
If you don’t pay within a week then your shit is theirs |
You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close |
The seven dollars that they pay you, son, is good as a broken nose |
When no one’s watching, pull your pants down, touch your toes |
You’re undercut and you’re exploited but that’s how our country grows |
'Cause it’s a long way to and a short ride from the top |
It’s a rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop |
It’s a long way to and a short ride from the top |
And your hand begins to slip or they cut |
Either way you take what they have stolen |
Or try to break what can’t be broken |
You can speak what you believe |
But every thought comes preconceived |
You try to wash your hands to this |
Clear your conscience and dismiss |
Pretend our problems don’t exist |
We’re taking aspirin for a broken wrist |
'Cause it’s a long, long way to the top |
Oh, it’s your rotting middle finger and the cancer will not stop |
It’s a long, long way to the top |
Well, our hands begin to slip or they cut, either way we |