| Lyrics: | I'm riding down Kingsley,
figuring I'll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud,
so I don't
have to think,
I take her to the floor,
looking for a moment when the world seems
right,
And I tear into the guts,
of something in the night.
You're born with
nothing,
and better off that way,
Soon as you've got something they send
someone to try
and take it away,
You can ride this road 'till dawn,
without another human being in
sight,
Just kids wasted on
something in the night.
Nothing is forgotten or
forgiven,
when it's your last time around,
I got stuff running 'round my head
That I
just can't live down.
When we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in
the dirt.
We tried to pick up the pieces,
And get away without getting hurt,
But they
caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last fight,
And left us running
burned and blind,
Chasing something in the night. |
