Sun comes up on the old neighbourhood Spray painted bricks and dead firewood Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next I don't care where I'm gonna be
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear
Some people like to call me chuck Its Charles and you are shit outta luck If you think you know what happens next you think you know what happens
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear
Sun goes down on the old neighbourhood dark damp has stopped where I once stood I don't know where the bus stops next and I don't care where the bus stops
next time if you think of it you might remember me as the one who let you down but never made another sound of fear
