Songtexte & Übersetzungen von The Parlor Mob

Verse 1 Clappin' our hands when we're out on a weekend Stompin' our feet with the people we believe in Dogs howling at the moon, holding out for pain Waitin' for the day they leave their towns and

All my life I've been chasing something* I feel fate breathing down my neck If the road I'm on somehow lead me nowhere No retreats men no regrets 'Cause I'm not going to break and there ain't n