Bulls şarkı sözleri

Thieves on the promenade Down on the disco floor Dreams eat the bitter tea I'm sleepin' through the war Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores I built a house like this I'm sleepin' through the war I'm married to my boredom No man afraid of gore I'm drivin' round my worry I'm sleepin' through the war Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores I built a house like this I'm sleepin' through the war