Passing Sad Daydream (Album Version)
Soul Asylum"Passing Sad Daydream (Album Version)" ist ein Song von Soul Asylum, 1986, Pop. Der Song dauert 5:09, 49 lines / 296 words.
Songtext
0:22If you're walking home late at night
0:27Dressed up and alone
0:32Don't you get tired of being white
0:38Buffalo never roam
0:43Go to sneak up behind you
0:49Still your boss tapped your phone
0:54'Coz you might be keepin secrets
1:00That you ain't supposed to know
1:05Now it's about to but she dead
1:11And you must be the most
1:16And the lovely miss liberty
1:21Is just another whore
1:26There's somethin I gotta tell ya
1:28It's hard to see things your way
1:37And its hard to understand
1:40Its hard to understand the things you say
1:46Most of all its hard to get hard these days
2:17Now if you got to hate someone
2:22You might as well hate yourself
2:27You find that you don't deserve it now
2:33More than anyone else
2:38So get out of your kitchen
2:43And get out of your bed
2:48Got to tell them
2:50What you've always wanted to tell them
2:52What you ever 'Coz in the morning
2:54You might be dead
2:59So don't call the doctor
3:04'Coz I'll be ok
3:09Its just a passing sad daydream
3:15And it led me astray
3:21And its hard to see things your way
3:30And its hard to understand
3:33Its hard to understand the things you say
3:38But most of all its hard to get hard these days
4:09And I ain't proud of nothin
4:14But its better that way
4:20'Coz its too loud for talkin
4:25And there ain't much to say
4:30So pick up your explosives
4:35And pack up your gun
4:40If you ain't chasin someone
4:46You got to be on the run
4:51And I'm so far from home now
4:56Nothin better anyway
5:01I ain't lookin to make a livin now
5:06I just need a place to stay
5:08I need a place to stay
5:09I need a I need a
If you're walking home late at night Dressed up and alone Don't you get tired of being white Buffalo never roam Go to sneak up behind you Still your boss tapped your phone 'Coz you might be keepin secrets That you ain't supposed to know Now it's about to but she dead And you must be the most And the lovely miss liberty Is just another whore There's somethin I gotta tell ya It's hard to see things your way And its hard to understand Its hard to understand the things you say Most of all its hard to get hard these days Now if you got to hate someone You might as well hate yourself You find that you don't deserve it now More than anyone else So get out of your kitchen And get out of your bed Got to tell them What you've always wanted to tell them What you ever 'Coz in the morning You might be dead So don't call the doctor 'Coz I'll be ok Its just a passing sad daydream And it led me astray And its hard to see things your way And its hard to understand Its hard to understand the things you say But most of all its hard to get hard these days And I ain't proud of nothin But its better that way 'Coz its too loud for talkin And there ain't much to say So pick up your explosives And pack up your gun If you ain't chasin someone You got to be on the run And I'm so far from home now Nothin better anyway I ain't lookin to make a livin now I just need a place to stay I need a place to stay I need a I need a
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