Lyndon B. Magic Johnson Songtext
von Banquets

I used to run, I had dimes slipping through my hands
I left these kids behind
I had a town I could understand
And I put all my faith in loving arms
And brought myself back home
By day, in debt, by night, I slept
In a bed that would soon be broke
I went blind
Step one, burning eyes out by the sun


Back to brash and lonely, please deserve me
For every ′try', I got a ′fail'
I should have more bitter within me
I just need some hurt to heal

I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals
Picking up the coals, oh, oh
I hope you burn your hands picking up the coals
Picking up the coals, oh, oh

Oh, oh (oh, oh)
Oh, oh (oh, oh)
Oh, oh (oh, oh)
Oh, oh (oh, oh)