700>100 – Earlimart – letras

Don’t remember a thing(Left ear a permanent ring)You were fortunate bornFrom a shit-hole up north.Caught in a crowd,With people thinking allowed,Your little heart is tornFrom the inside out.I was crawling back home down on my kneesWhile you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.I’m hearing voices,Mixed up messagesOf 700 more than 100.Another kick in the ribs,The one you’ll never forget,But what were you hoping forLying down on the floor?Making amendsInstead of washing your hands?I’ll say it in reverse so you understand.I was crawling back home down on my kneesWhile you were sleeping with heart-fever disease.I’m hearing voices,Mixed up messagesOf 700 more than 100.I’m hearing voices,Mixed up messagesOf 700 more than 100