Old News-
Intro-
We've got old news, wrapped up in old blues
We can't afford the call, hell, we don't know where we are
C'mon, we're dead on our feet but we're walking
We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out
And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire
C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream
But so hard to say goodnight
We've been toiling in transistor soil and digging up a voice
from a fallow field of noise
A dog from the past started barking
We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out
And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire
C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream
But so hard to say goodnight