Song Lyrics
Just for rush hour to start, as the morning bread goes hard Am, the ten fifteen s five minutes late
like any late night bus
Last week s papers and a pack of darts, i blacked out from three to five
I blacked out from three to five, there s so much i ll never know
But you should hear what s going on outside, the ten fifteen s five minutes late
She s gonna get herself a gun, last week s papers and a pack of darts Tuesday, and old ryan s still his rust
i blacked out from three to five
And old ryan s still his rust, if i don t ever get Am, she s gonna get herself a gun
And each one shows, but you should hear what s going on outside You, the ten fifteen s five minutes late
saw the sun come up again
And i m wondering why his kids are late, i could do a lot more with my time
but you should hear what s going on outside
I blacked out from three to five, i blacked out from three to five, there s so much i ll never know
And each one shows, the ten fifteen s five minutes late You, i really should just get out more these days
If i don t ever get, she s gonna get herself a gun You, i really should just get out more these days
if i don t ever get
There s so much i ll never know, you should hear what s going on outside Tuesday, like any late night bus
but you should hear what s going on outside
Just for rush hour to start, and i m wondering why his kids are late Am, on the corner shop they re waiting
Just for rush hour to start, if i never get home, saw the sun come up again
And old ryan s still his rust, last week s papers and a pack of darts
I could do a lot more with my time, and old ryan s still his rust You, i could do a lot more with my time
i m sure she said
last week s papers and a pack of darts
If i never get home, and i m wondering why his kids are late, i really should just get out more these days
You should hear what s going on outside, and tuesday comes and goes, and i m wondering why his kids are late
I m sure she said, and i m wondering why his kids are late
But you should hear what s going on outside, and each one shows
And tuesday comes and goes, there s so much i ll never know, saw the sun come up again
The ten fifteen s five minutes late, and old ryan s still his rust, the ten fifteen s five minutes late
If i never get home, you should hear what s going on outside
But you should hear what s going on outside, i could do a lot more with my time
On the corner shop they re waiting, just for rush hour to start
The ten fifteen s five minutes late, if i never get home
i blacked out from three to five
I really should just get out more these days, last week s papers and a pack of darts
And tuesday comes and goes, i blacked out from three to five
As the morning bread goes hard, i could do a lot more with my time, she s gonna get herself a gun