Texty:
Low Life

Always remember my friend The world will change again And you may have to come back Through everywhere you've been When your life was low You had nowhere

trick or two) Low life (The boys are hustling away) Low life (As their protections due) Low life Low life Low life Low life Low life Low life Low life Low life

Settling down with warm-glow woodstove and kerosene peace you're looking for, peace you'll find in the tangled mad cliff-sides and crashing dark of big

Your ugly face keeps haunting my soul Won't wash away, won't leave this hell hole Like a parasite, not wanted here Why won't you disappear... The ride

Let's face it I passed out No one cares what I do I slept tight For (4?) hours I slipped into the great unknown Not unusual Not irrational It

real low, bounce on your toes hit after hit Make ya get real low, bounce on your toes Bend your knees until yo' hips go oh I make ya get real low, bounce

I can feel it comin', It's comin' after me It's trapped in my soul, and it won't let me free I can see it in the night, in a vision of life Oh, what could

I think I go insane a silent virus takes control and puts me on the screen my memory on empty hole no one to hear me scream High Tech Low Life I drown

You can buy some wheels and run them down No aim, no goal No guiding light that can take control And it all comes down to a very low life Low life, low life