The Smith Street Band piosenki

I got dry blood caked on my feet I got dye and dirt all over me I got twelve bucks, got ciggies But I've had good luck and I'm happy You woke me up before your plane left I helped you find your stuff, you kissed my forehead We trashed my room, broke my b...

I'm not from here so I think with my mouth, Grew up a comfortable distance from where I live now, So grab me like the animals we were always supposed to be. From these terrace house jungles we'll swing from the rooftops, Knowing nothing of the one-way str...