
Tits’n ass
G. Kooymans / B. Hay
My little time bomb set on a quarter to three
Each time you walk away
You leave a heartache wasted energy every midnight by the light of day
Pack your suitcase full of nothing
Have a nice life I sit and pray
For a blue train for a fast train to take you far far away from here
Rolling rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling rolling
Going nowhere
You left your Nikon
You left a diary
Bluejeans wet in the washing machine
Kitchen sink full of garbage
Static on the tv
Better put some distance baby
As much as possible
Distance as far as I can see
Rolling rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling rolling
Going nowhere
Time move over liar
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet
Every time you take a dose of poison ivy ginger bread
I realize… there’s a fire inside
When the morning comes
It won’t take long… won’t take long
When you’ve lost the key and you fail to see that the fire’s gone so long.. so long
My little time bomb set on a quarter to three
Each time you go astray….
One more heartache…
Wasted energy and the end of another masquerade
I realize… there’s a fire inside
When the morning comes
It won’t take long… won’t take long
When you’ve lost the key and you fail to see that the fire’s gone so long.. so long
Rolling rolling
Going somewhere
Rolling rolling
Going nowhere