Texty:
The Gaslight Anthem

Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I'm a whole lot worse than well But I'm determined to slip this skin And I know your dying

On President Street, you'll find the sisters Praying over My city's heart While you, you never knew Turns to it's disciples Who feels the pressure heat

My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth about another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers

The cool is dead, baby Go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning We'll start over again That's how they do it up on

I was born in a town where the rivers flow free On a January night when the cold winds freeze I got an Irish name and an injury Blessing and a curse cast

You can tell Gayle, if she calls, That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try. When

Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind? Were your records all you had to pass the time? Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans Or

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all

It took so long to get me back on my feet It takes so long to find the words and the beat And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone To hear you call