Mess Around کے بول

Feel like messing up, cutting my teeth On stolen candy, chewing on something sweet I don't know what, what I came here for Stumbling down these streets, trying to find your door Take the long way 'round, long walk across this town If I was any good at painting, I'd paint it up and down But I'm not, I'm just trying not to make a sound Whistling to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around Mess around, mess around, mess around… Wanna tell it like it is from heaven's point of view But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true Or not build this life so artificially Not go about it all so goddam superficially Lay myself down, quit running so ragged Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged But for now I'm just stuck here in this town Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around Mess around, mess around, mess around…