Church - Maybe These Boys... Lyrics
Framed up baby, know her placeSlippery salmon all over her faceBrowsing down through the mirrored hallSee arizona standing ten feet tallHer fathers smart, plays his partTwirls his star and watch them startOh no no dont wander off the setWe havent reached the borders yetThen into town he rides in grimAll the mercenaries are following himRipped and raw, lays his glove on the doorWalks in and tells the man on the floorMaybe these boys want to do some talkingYour rooms a mess, its uglinessBut I go on living in it till you say yesThe curtains are new, but the windows are oldAll the stories passing through already been toldWe live in a style where trust is a dragTo hold up your end means the middle will sagSome blackhearted actors interfered in your sceneAnd you cant stand success or the place where its beenThe faders been placed, judgment passed downStaying up all night till pure sleep drags you downRipped and raw, her voice at the doorWalks in, expecting him, finds something moreSays maybe these boys want to do some talking
