Sharks - Glove In Hand Lyrics
Stepped outside from feeling ill at ease.Breathed in air wild roses feed at nature's putridityI can't believe I'm jailed in neighbourhood.I can't believe I lived to stomach itBring him in, shield his eyes.Shy away from all street crimeThought not what was truly mine,Four pretty ears and two dull knivesIn old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hateIn old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hateCrawled back home from being stabbed three times.Chose with care exactly where to lay and dieGlove in hand, coat on wall,Sadness in the breath of every callWe're taking too long to makeThis shard of entrust breakIn old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hateIn old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate