Alba s touto skladbou:
Con Law,
I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops
You stand in the parkin’ lot kickin’ up rocks
And I’m, I’m bein’ a general shrew
Makin’ a face, givin’ in to
Your sister never had another long year
Your little brother had a terrible fear
And I know you’re never comin’ back from the dead
I saw your friends at your building and they all say,
Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh
We could all see it comin’ all along
Nobody could get through
And when they sent you back to Boston,
Your best friend caught you steppin’ in Austin
But it, it was nothing compared to this town
I thought I caught ‘em underestimating everything
I was exhausted from investigating every single
Modicum of bitterness and nothing less than levitating
Every day’s a dime a dozen
Everyone’s a wolf’s (something)
Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh
We could all see it comin’ all along
Nobody could get through
And now you make it so hard on yourself
You are the ghost of 18
I can never tell a loser the same thing
Isn’t that what everybody knows
I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast
(two undecipherable lines)
They go, they go
You always want to know if I hear where you go,
But I don’t hear anything anymore
Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh
