| Shut-in city, pillars scared of the community, yeah
|
| Grown-up sleaze, they log online to find their freaks
|
| But nonetheless
|
| They’re mowing lawns, they’re makin' beds
|
| They’re getting hitched, they’re shaking hands
|
| No contempt for the former life and rosy glow they all once had
|
| But sold it back
|
| And I walk around this seedy old town
|
| And I ain’t got much to do
|
| And I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under
|
| And I ain’t got much to lose
|
| Public parks and public freakouts after dark
|
| At the grocery store
|
| Nice night for an empty threat slipped underneath your door
|
| I’d kill to be your friend
|
| And I walk around this shitty old town
|
| And I ain’t got much to do
|
| And I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under
|
| And I ain’t got much to prove
|
| I know, I know, I know, know
|
| I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
|
| I walk around this sleepy old town
|
| And I ain’t got much to do
|
| I wonder and I wonder if I’m ever going under
|
| And I ain’t got much to prove
|
| Shadows from wall to wall inside your head
|
| Another summer put to bed
|
| Lay on your back, insomniac, and pray
|
| «God bless this way of life,» you say
|
| I know, I know, I know now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shaking Hands , by - Varsity. Song from the album Fine Forever, in the genre Альтернатива