Headed West Letra

Bleach Blonde

Starving Artist

Letra de Headed West
If you could just control that violent temper,
Well, hun, we could work it out.
You could be the girl I run away with
To the west coast.
Who are we? What are they?
Six feet under twenty-three.
I've never failed to show the part of me
That wears his on heart on his sleeve.
Pick up your final check
Tell your work that you're dead.
Leave a note at your desk
You're relocating elsewhere.
Nobody knows your name.
If we could just find a way to control
That temper...
If we could just find a way to control that...