Letra de Punch Drunk

way in overhead caught off guard by the gutter everybody's spending his time just building and making someday someone will say, for what nine to five in a blind alley equals three sheets to the wind can't remember when it started don't know where that it ends and there's never a dull day when you're beaten by nonfiction God still reads the headlinesthe front page hope is missing working away on a rebuilt freeway straight away from the slash and burn cities hindsight is there on a roadsign pointed nowhere no one gets off here no way to slow down there's peace of mind somewhere for every someone that never thinks about it and there's never a dull day when you're beaten by nonfiction God still reads the headlineswe're all listening for every drop of sweat that it takes to speak out in wonder never knowing how or when to duck next just sitting here punch drunk, all the wiser