Tekst:
Hot Rod Circuit Sorry About Tomorrow

Hard not to get hooked... Hooked on you. Hard not to get hooked... Hooked on you. I think of all the trouble that we get into whenever I'm around you

I let you slip through my fingers Don't even know if I can remember How I got here in the first place My mind wanders off it's somewhere Out in space

you can wake me when we get there cause i dont care if i see the daylight and i run there but my knees are week and body needs to be close to you sometime

To the boy with the short attention span The classes that they put him in Knows just where he stands To the girl thatlost it all that night Tried with

Good things will come to you I could worry myself to death about you Hope you get there safely I got your letter that you sent to me About your missery

children go to sleep, your mother's been working all week. doing the dishes and breaking off switches. sugar coated so sweet. a beauty that goes so damn