LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHometown Gypsy
Drivin? up the coastTo find a version of the truthLeft the backdoor swingingLike a dirty little sleuthThe truth is I have neverFelt half this aliveNow it?s time to danceUpon the grave called 45Jacked up on some KerouacAnd surely bullet proofThe girl who taught me what to doWas missing her front toothGentle as a stormInside your mental healthI wanna find the answerBut I just can?t find myselfI say so longTo the way I playedThe way I playedInside of yesterdayHey let?s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometownLater I would look for loveInside a woman?s dormA couch to keep me humbleAnd her breath to keep me warmOphelia was the girlThat I was feeling forCome to realizeIt was me who was the whoreA captain lost himselfInside a 40 year old skullThe drink of choice was knowledgeAnd we always wanted moreDrunken sailorsSeeking their GeronimoInstead they found the thingsThat they really didn?t wanna knowI say so longTo the way I playedThe way I playedInside of yesterdayHey let?s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometownCountry roadsWould never let me stayThe way I playedInside of yesterdayA devil?s growl and cat?s meowWere blended into oneTermites called suburbanitesWere eating all the funA juggernaut of comedyAnd blasphemyI wanna stop the madnessBut I think it has to beI say so longTo the way I playedThe way I playedInside of yesterdayHey let?s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometown(Added to final song)Country roadsWould never let me stayThe way I playedInside of yesterdayHey let?s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometown
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