Lyrics It's a Crime - The Cave Singers

It's a Crime

Here you are, in the room to meet your own
Oh, dripping down, drinking that, wanting that
She’s singing hang your passion, boy, got you nailed down
Sweet drop in the team of, of your how
What made this era special cold?
Ain’t enough newspapers to let you go
It’s a crime
Dee Dee wants to know I’ll watch you flow
They feed her fear
Got further, getting nervous
Walking crying in the thunder time
Gave it to her, standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts
It’s a crime, baby, no
Standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts
In that era, didn’t you ever fear
Rolling through the high school, get on those new wheels, roam
Dee Dee wants to know I’ll watch you flow
They feed her fear
Got further, getting nervous
Walking crying in the thunder time
Gave it to her, standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts
It’s a crime, baby, no
Standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts
Had a cold house, I never knew
Why do we do
Had a cold house, I never knew
Why do we do
Had a cold house, I never knew
Why