44 calls Songtext
von Komodo

I got my calling
16 years old
I saw no angel
Like that old story told

I was born
With a heavy foot
No shoulders to cry on
But I can get you the goods

Oh how I hate the sound
Of your heart when it breaks
It′s getting harder baby, harder to take
When I leave you my hands they shake

I've got 44 calls to make
I′ve got 44 calls to make
I've got 88 grams to shake
I've got 22 bones to break
Oh I′ve got 44 calls to make


Teenage girls screw their heads
Just to have a look
Little scraps of glory
For a small time crook

Oh find me a cure
For my racing mind
I want just want sleep
But my phone rings all the time

Oh how I hate the sound
Of your when heart it breaks
It′s getting harder baby, so much harder to take
I don't wanna leave you baby, see my hands shake

I′ve got 44 calls to make
I've got 44 calls to make
I′ve got 88 grams to shake
I've got 22 bones to break
Oh I′ve got 44 calls to make

I think the Gospel
Is happening here tonight
I saw a big fat shooting star
Like in the Book of James, burning bright
Or maybe it was headlights heading my way


Oh I've got 44 calls to make
I've got 44 calls to make
I′ve got 88 grams to shake
I′ve got 22 bones to break
Oh I've got 44 calls to make