Kayser - Cheap Glue lyrics

Sidekicks, cigarettes, empty jars Rushing down cold boulevards Blind nuns, street who*es, holy cows Pick a rose with a loaded gun I don't know what I'm doing here Seems to me I'm just choking the fire High speed, nosebleed, suicides Fold the nights with a broken heart Slack rope, dry hope, cheap glue Memories cuts on this middle route I don't know what I'm doing here Seems to me I'm just choking the fire My dear Too many voices in my head My friend I'm sorry Goodbye