Shutdown Letra

He’ll be rambling soon for the seagull waltz

He’s been gone for the last eight months
Better lay those shots for the living night Jack
Who’s next in line?
There’s no woman here
Who could tame his thirst

He’s up for a good old fight
Better keep your cool when he’s playing with a jackknife
Too late for shelter
The eastern gale has hit the coast

Who thought he could be the king
But when the cash flow’s high
The man’s gone wild
He knows his freedom is like a match
When the time has come, the time has gone

He spends a long time
Working for a living
Hell, a long time
Working, working
Yeah a long time
Working for a living
He spends a long time
Waiting, waiting

Now the streets are naked
Restless neons passing by
Too late for the last drop
Just burning flags and lonely souls

He’ll be mulling in the night
One more track to drown his shivers
Hold back the morning light
All those years just sipping on faith

He spends a long time
Working for a living
Hell, a long time
Working, working
Yeah a long time
Working for a living
He spends a long time
Waiting, waiting

The days seems longer
When he’s working
And he can’t see the end
No—just long, long hours
Far from home
In the northern lands
Where the sun don’t shine
In his winter grave