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(I took a train or maybe I got dropped off in the rain j'etais triste a l'os that's I was sad to the bone and when the day came scraping over the prisons and tombstones I called the cops on the DJ and I crawled back home)Picture me rolling pastorWhen you come stumbling after mine all mineTo put your paws on my old birthday cards and my emeraldsTo marry me to the mud or to the skyYou can find me on that cold black busHeading up north toward the shitty ol' ugly ol' dirty ol' seaSitting next to a girl I might even think was kind of prettyIf I knew her long enoughAnd she might think the same of meBut I fell asleep dreaming through a gang sign in the glassThinking about all the ones I've seen with no clothes onTheir faces turn to the faces of my runners foreTheir bodies are thorns on a roseAnd the years are statues of pioneersOnce they have dried inside our mindsThey're gong to crumble down our spinesBut you can knock the dick off DavidAnd he's still a friend of mine So I went swimming through the sewage and the silverWith a heart like a wall like a great big wallLetras de cancionesThey pointed their fingers and said "Go north to Bethlehem"Turns out that I was there all alongJust swinging my fist and singing this song"I remember Carolina, I remember Tennessee"I remember jumping from trees to shrubsPissing off all the flowers and bugsWe weren't winning but we sure could pretend to beAnd you can knock the dick off DavidBut he's still a friend to meAnd the years are statues of pioneersOnce they have dried inside our mindsThey're gong to crumble down our spinesBut you can knock the dick off DavidAnd he's still a friend of mineThrough the years (yeah they've been good to me)The years (throughout my life throughout)The years (some gold some wood to me)The years (that I'm going to leave behind) From Letras Mania