Barclays James Harvest

SUICIDE








Well i walked out this morning, down a street with no name
To a club called "the loser", like a dog that's gone lame
Took the club elevator to the floor with a view
I took out life subscription - it's the only one they do


I stepped out on the guard rail, saw the crowds slowly part
Heard a voice shouting "don't jump, please for god's sake let me move my
Car!"
Felt a hand on my shoulder, heard a voice cry "just in time!"
Felt the quick push, felt the air rush
Felt the sidewalk, fell in line





Nós vamos ...

Obrigada meu amor ...