Inner City Blues letra

Conforting the city
I try writting inside a shaking bus
is to hard
it's everywhere
They're offended
I rather walk through that alleyway
bt my own self
there's no rational in hot wheater
I lost my notebook
wave goodbey to your reason in the hot wheates
did you lost it?
Now I need some time off
the city is killing me
did you lost it?

Hurtmold - Letras

• Chuva Negra
• Desisto
• Dois Pés e Ingrato
• Errata
• Fora de Esquadro
• Inner City Blues
• It's Nothing Like We Expected
• Mais Uma Vez, Desanimou
• Sem Problemas
• Vão