Scott Fitzgerald লিরিক্স

There's a cold front moving in It's a shame, the things we're living in There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues There's a cold front moving in It's a shame, the things we're living in There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues I can feel it in my bones I know it's time to go home You rise to great the new day Sun You face each day like a loaded gun It's you or me son: Take your pick Take your hate and swallow it Brothers and sisters I can hear your cries Like radio signals up in the sky Brothers and sisters I hear your moans So far from our home I can feel in my bones I know it's time to go home Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep Lost on the highway I can feel it in my bones I know it's time to go home