Chicago Songtext
von Sarge

I walked in the bar where you hung out
Twenty-four and I still hadn′t figured out
Eight months pregnant and sick with all these lies
You smeared my lipstick and your hand went up her thigh
And yes I learned
From the sight of you with her
And now this child will come into the death of me and you
To wait her turn


This handsome child turned wild at 13
Fallen angel but your showin' them they′ll bleed
Shes findin' nothing in the answers that she's sought
A love redemption in this car in a vacant lot

And her eyes burned
Cuz the anger can be much
And it made her sick to see the void of us and she
Awaits her turn

She′s twenty now and [?] on the inside
Her eyes are empty and she mask the cold pride
But eventually I′ll get [?] survive
She paid attention to the legacy made in her eyes


And she has learned
Cuz you gave this gift to her
That she is what she suffered through the still with me and you
To take her turn