Текст: Lori McKenna. Bittertown. Cowardly Lion.

Praise the neon lights
The store's not closed up yet
Now everything's alright
so get your cigarettes

Leave me with the house
Leave me with the kids
Leave me to myself
that's what you always did

I'm sleeping with the cowardly lion
Poison in your blood, freight train in your head
Someone's gonna fly
Someone will end up dead...

You threaten every day
So pack your bags and run
Train lines run all day
No matter moon or sun

I'm sleeping with the cowardly lion
Freight train in your head, poison in your blood
Someone's looking for a fight
Someone's looking for some love...

Blame it on the ones who hold you down
Blame it on the ones who let you drown
Smoke up your cigarettes from the corner store,

The cowardly lion's got one hell of a roar...

I'm sleeping with the cowardly lion
I am sleeping with the cowardly lion
Freight train in your head, poison in your blood
Someone's looking for a fight,
Somone's looking for some love...

For some love...