700>100 Songtext
von Earlimart

Don′t remember a thing
Left there in the pouring rain
You were a fortunate boy
From a shithole up north
Caught in the crowd
The people thinking aloud
Your little heart is torn
From the inside out

I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart fever disease


I'm hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of seven hundred
Who are never hundred
And now they′re kicking your ribs
The one you'll never forget

What were you hoping for
Lying down on the floor
Making a mess
Instead of washing your hands
I'll say it in reverse
So you understand

I was crawling back home down on my knees
While you were sleeping with heart fever disease

I′m hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of seven hundred
Who are never hundred


I′m hearing voices
Mixed up messages
Of seven hundred
Who are never hundred