They went about it in the wrong way I'da told 'em, but it wasn't my job It's on the news, it's in the paper What could they've been thinking of? I saw 'em heading out that morning I guess I'll never know why I didn't mean nothing by it Gave 'em the finger when they waved goodbye And it's pretty tragic, pretty glory I knew 'em all, personal like I got the inside story I'm gonna sell the rights 'Cause I'm tired of walking, I wanna ride Tired of walking This kinda thing, it's bound to happen Part of the job, we do it all day We try not to think about it Of course, it's pretty good pay But I'm just like anybody I got things in my past No, I won't be specific But I can make it go away fast And I'm tired of walking, I wanna ride Tired of walking Last night just for a moment Down at the drive-in picture show I coulda swore, I heard 'em calling From in the speaker hanging on the door And they were so real, calling to me I couldn't quite tell what they've said But up on the screen it was just the movie It musta all just been in my head And you can go ahead and call me a vulture Call me any kind of name Nothing sells in this culture Quite like disaster, I'm not to blame I'm tired of walking, I wanna ride Tired of walking Just to let it burn in the ashtray Kinda gets old Waiting 'til they call my number Just letting my coffee get cold I'm tired of walking I'm tired of walking They went about it in the wrong way I'da told 'em, but it wasn't my job © SHORT TRIP MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com