Στοίχοι: Dead Snares. Speak The Language. These Dirty Streets.

(J. Cain)

Deep in a southern state
Beneath some shady trees
We had to lose our hats
And hang out in the breeze

I never sleep much
I don?t have time to rest my head
Worn out my welcome
Now the locals want me dead
{I should have stayed in bed}

The downbeat
The dirty street
Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes

Down on the ocean floor
You don?t have time to think
And if you cannot swim
Well I guess you?re gonna sink
Or just drink
drink
drink

The downbeat
The dirty street
Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes

Right before our eyes

Deep in southern state
Beneath some shady trees
We had to lose our hats
And hang out in the breeze

{Would someone get that please}

The downbeat
The dirty streets
Then one day the strangers meet
And heaven is right before your eyes
Heaven, heaven is right before your eyes

(Thanks to Annick for these lyrics)