When Johnny broke the news so cold, y'know we took it silently. He had delivered the verdict and there would be no final plea. He shut the payphone door like he had solved a mystery. "No second chance," he said.
While our path was not the straightest line - reelin', wheelin', dealin', stealin' hours and doin' time - those Roseway girls, we left 'em wanting more. And that is fine.
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Woke up that morning, the note on the door: it was all goin' down, on the date of Nine December.
We spent the long nights plotting their defeat. Shakin' hands, makin' plans on the corner up the street. Young, cool and callow, but now I know the score - and that is fine.
Oh, I've taken this about as well as I could be expected to! Last night I walked for miles, y'know I had to think it through. Tell me, oh now what more can I lose now that I've lost my faith in you? These tears I'll never show.
Checkin' my watch, the 'leventh hour's arrived. (20 minutes, 20 minutes...) Six men in headlamp light are hurdling the fence. (Any minute, any minute...) Gonna tell it to ya: Monday night is fine for war in the streets - yeah, it's okay for anything. (Better bring it, better bring it...)
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Words across the sky insult like a brick comin' down; the opposition's all around. Gimme gimme gimme Nine December.
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When Johnny broke the news so cold, y'know we took it silently. He had delivered the verdict and there would be no final plea. He shut the payphone door like he had solved a mystery. "No second chance," he said.
While our path was not the straightest line - reelin', wheelin', dealin', stealin' hours and doin' time - those Roseway girls, we left 'em wanting more. And that is fine.
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Woke up that morning, the note on the door: it was all goin' down, on the date of Nine December.
We spent the long nights plotting their defeat. Shakin' hands, makin' plans on the corner up the street. Young, cool and callow, but now I know the score - and that is fine.
Oh, I've taken this about as well as I could be expected to! Last night I walked for miles, y'know I had to think it through. Tell me, oh now what more can I lose now that I've lost my faith in you? These tears I'll never show.
Checkin' my watch, the 'leventh hour's arrived. (20 minutes, 20 minutes...) Six men in headlamp light are hurdling the fence. (Any minute, any minute...) Gonna tell it to ya: Monday night is fine for war in the streets - yeah, it's okay for anything. (Better bring it, better bring it...)
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Words across the sky insult like a brick comin' down; the opposition's all around. Gimme gimme gimme Nine December.
While our path was not the straightest line - reelin', wheelin', dealin', stealin' hours and doin' time - those Roseway girls, we left 'em wanting more. And that is fine.
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Woke up that morning, the note on the door: it was all goin' down, on the date of Nine December.
We spent the long nights plotting their defeat. Shakin' hands, makin' plans on the corner up the street. Young, cool and callow, but now I know the score - and that is fine.
Oh, I've taken this about as well as I could be expected to! Last night I walked for miles, y'know I had to think it through. Tell me, oh now what more can I lose now that I've lost my faith in you? These tears I'll never show.
Checkin' my watch, the 'leventh hour's arrived. (20 minutes, 20 minutes...) Six men in headlamp light are hurdling the fence. (Any minute, any minute...) Gonna tell it to ya: Monday night is fine for war in the streets - yeah, it's okay for anything. (Better bring it, better bring it...)
Showed us all who you are, how you were when you sold us all out. You took your time, without a doubt. Words across the sky insult like a brick comin' down; the opposition's all around. Gimme gimme gimme Nine December.
Writer: Todd Summers, Jack Saturn, Brett Hinton, Eric Block, Brendan Gill
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Performed By: Queued Up
Language: English
Written by: Todd Summers, Jack Saturn, Brett Hinton, Eric Block, Brendan Gill