Attica 歌词

I pulled myself into the rain and I washed off every sin I made Combed my face and cut a smile and tried not to complain while I had one hand in the pit of philly and one eye on that emerald city I have made a few mistakes but these are my mistakes to make for Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I don't know where You come from but around here when someone gives up We don't speak nor to remind them we stick to the code of silence A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress in an open crowd They cut him from his head to toe but they could not take his love for You and Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica Spare me the death of a thousand stabs and just tell me what You haden't planned I don't make much money these nights And You don't seem to smile like I remember You as a little kid with your autumn hair in the summer wind The seasons changed like a disguise but I'll be waiting ever night Attica. I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica I hear you coming for me Attica