The Boy Come Home Lyrics

	作曲 : Good
	While I go over it in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	There ain't one soul that's in there dead
	My hand stays out, I keep my head
	And walking out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man's
	Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
	But done up the best you can
	Face first pilot through your window
	Them paupers they catch hell
	It's strange to think we could have been so
	Brought up by ourselves
	Run through the streets like rivers raging
	To seas of barren sand
	And while every grain tears you apart stay
	Done up the best you can
	Unemployment lines stretched to the desert
	And camouflaged hotels
	Where traded up to new distinctions
	Puts justice in your shells
	Take one for the team and that pretty lady
	Used to cover up the smell
	When you get back boy you're just crazy
	If you dare kiss and tell
	This aching heart ain't something I done
	This aching heart's been handed down
	But I'm done with it now
	I'm done with it now
	I'm done with it now
	So I take this screaming in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	And my hand slips into my coat
	And everything just freezes
	Running out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man's
	The boy come home, yeah
	The boy come home, yeah

	zuo qu : Good
	While I go over it in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	There ain' t one soul that' s in there dead
	My hand stays out, I keep my head
	And walking out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man' s
	Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
	But done up the best you can
	Face first pilot through your window
	Them paupers they catch hell
	It' s strange to think we could have been so
	Brought up by ourselves
	Run through the streets like rivers raging
	To seas of barren sand
	And while every grain tears you apart stay
	Done up the best you can
	Unemployment lines stretched to the desert
	And camouflaged hotels
	Where traded up to new distinctions
	Puts justice in your shells
	Take one for the team and that pretty lady
	Used to cover up the smell
	When you get back boy you' re just crazy
	If you dare kiss and tell
	This aching heart ain' t something I done
	This aching heart' s been handed down
	But I' m done with it now
	I' m done with it now
	I' m done with it now
	So I take this screaming in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	And my hand slips into my coat
	And everything just freezes
	Running out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man' s
	The boy come home, yeah
	The boy come home, yeah

	zuò qǔ : Good
	While I go over it in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	There ain' t one soul that' s in there dead
	My hand stays out, I keep my head
	And walking out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man' s
	Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
	But done up the best you can
	Face first pilot through your window
	Them paupers they catch hell
	It' s strange to think we could have been so
	Brought up by ourselves
	Run through the streets like rivers raging
	To seas of barren sand
	And while every grain tears you apart stay
	Done up the best you can
	Unemployment lines stretched to the desert
	And camouflaged hotels
	Where traded up to new distinctions
	Puts justice in your shells
	Take one for the team and that pretty lady
	Used to cover up the smell
	When you get back boy you' re just crazy
	If you dare kiss and tell
	This aching heart ain' t something I done
	This aching heart' s been handed down
	But I' m done with it now
	I' m done with it now
	I' m done with it now
	So I take this screaming in my head
	I walk through those doors and stand there staring
	And my hand slips into my coat
	And everything just freezes
	Running out I see you sitting
	In that Ford of your old man' s
	The boy come home, yeah
	The boy come home, yeah

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