Morrison Songtext
von Such Gold

What a lovely day in the town of Morrison
Bag full of some poison
Eyes bled bright through the miles of hot pursuit
Woke up sweating an ocean

Asking what we did wrong
This could be the end, well it′s been a good run boys
These fine lines we walk
If you stray, you get stuck
They're for good

One drooling prick in the town of Morrison
He hates you, you hate him
Eyes locked up tight like a bald ghost screaming
"I am coming for you"


Asking what we did wrong
This could be the end, well it′s been a good run boys
These fine lines we walk
If you stray, you get stuck
They're for good
They're for good

Stick to the plan
Tomorrow will feel like nothing happened
It will feel like any other day passing
Tomorrow will feel like nothing happened
Tomorrow, tomorrow will feel like nothing ever happened
And nothing ever will
And that′s exactly the feeling that gets some people killed
So maybe something can happen
And maybe something will
But it′s so hard to give a fuck when
It isn't your blood that′s spilled
Your blood that's spilled