Mates Of State - The Kissaway Lyrics
When we came insideYou asked me if I'm wellLiving like thisIt gets you through the nightSure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl againIt gets you through the nightThat at least tells the rest of the drawing, kingIt gets you through the nightSure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl againIt gets you through the nightAs we're doting alongCome out to the west backsides of my eyesTrue that's true that's trueYou're selling what you own, selling yourself shortOf the life that's teeming in the dirtStop selling what you know, suddenly you're so sureOf the life that's breeding in the dirtCome out to the west backsides of my eyesTrue that's true that's trueI'm off to the west, it's blinding my eyesTrue that's true that's trueCome out to the west backsides of my eyesYou opened upThis is the kind of place I knowLet's add up all the mischief and mercy ruins'Cause these walls have all worn white