.Felt ghost, white sick
to cross the Brooklyn Bridge,
was a color coded era
now, I guess it always is,
In a nervous grin like an electroplated chain
was survival of the sicker soul
I got off of the train
and it never even troubled me to see
if that snicker was my future
loo.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔