Dead - The Boys † The Boys lyrics

The boys, the boys He said: “officer can you help me please?” Morning came quick and my eyes sting Came in here with his hands up But you were quick to the draw so shame on us In an hours time he’ll be all strung out He’s out hanging around by the gambling house No luck in the air or liquor on lips He heads for old town cashes in and quits But he can feel the sun in his eyes Talks to strangers but gets no replies But his mouth just keeps on talking And his legs oh they keep walking And he’s on the phone now And he’s calling you And he’s on the phone now And he’s calling you Screaming this isn’t me Kicking gla** all over the street I’ll scream this isn’t me From the grit between my teeth This isn’t me This isn’t me This isn’t me From the grit between my teeth From the grit between my teeth They’ve all started work, his head’s gone astray He’s living way too fast for the middle of the day Friends way too nice for his own good At least it wasn’t anything from him they took He can hear them loud and clear These words couldn’t fall on more receptive ears He can hear them loud and clear Can you hear them? Can you hear them? Loud and f**ing clear! And he’s on the phone now And he’s calling you And he’s on the phone now And he’s calling you Screaming this isn’t me Kicking gla** all over the street I’ll scream this isn’t me From the grit between my teeth This isn’t me This isn’t me This isn’t me From the grit between my teeth From the grit between my teeth Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright And he’s on the phone now And he’s coming for you And he’s on the phone now And he’s coming for you Screaming this isn’t me Kicking gla** all over the street I’ll scream this isn’t me From the grit between my teeth This isn’t me This isn’t me This isn’t me From the grit between my teeth From the grit between my teeth