Слова:
Fatter Than Albert

I can't see a peaceful face for miles, all my friends are gone, and I think I'm ready to go home. I can't see a peaceful face for miles, all my friends

There's a roach on the wall by the door where i pace Done hitting the lines off of Ray Charle's face The last of the numbers are sweating out of my pours

Lotta people won't get to sleep tonight Lotta people won't get to eat tonight If we sift through the topsoil We'll make it better and better and If

I wish i could have touched your shoulder All inside the last minute At night in my bed, On a screen in my head I watch the same shows from the same