Paroles de Dirty Pants

And so I dance in dirty pants A drink in my hand No shirt and broken tooth Barefoot and beaming The crowd is stomping Stomping a song For me to dance to Break glass and give in My head is springing Blood ringing So I walk down to the creek And I slither in I catch my breath Icy cold Then I walk out to your house And let myself in Back you into the corner And I multiply I could toll endlessly Into the bottomless night God does not answer this type of prayer