Letra de 20 Years of Snow
He's a wounded animal He lives in a matchbox He's a wounded animal And he's been coming around hereHe's a dying breed He's a dying breedHis daughter is twenty years of snow falling She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes She's twenty years of clean She never truly hated anyone or anythingShe's a dying breed She's a dying breedShe says, "I'd prefer the moss I'd prefer the mouth" A baby of the swamps A baby of the southI'm twenty years of clean And I never truly hated anyone or anything Twenty years of clean Twenty years of cleanBut I got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubesI got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubesWhile you stare at your boots And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like hologramsThey say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz Feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz