Powder Songtext
von The Slaps

You shouldn′t be driving high
Powder your churches, stole the medal
Missouri winter wheat
Colours that feel just like shelves of dust


Yeah, at home you're sick
Don′t have the energy to take the bus
Then another long ride home
I got tired of leaving in the dark

And you feel that someone's hiding 'round in the bushes
I bet she keeps time, I wash my wash cloth
And they say these things will happen to me someday
I wish I could tell you, it runs in the family