Testi:
Powderfinger

Mamma guarda c?e un battello Che risale lungo il fiume Ha un lampeggiante rosso e una bandiera E un uomo pronto a saltare E chiaro che non vengono mica

Yeah you got knee high boots to hide focaccia fruit You better think twice about the soy milk drink babe You got a patent handbag and solid state rags

Tell me when does your justice start What you say and what I see they are miles apart Now I'm as guilty as any man or woman I declare Of apathy and selfish

In my head inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and

I keep looking back for clues They're all mine I keep pulling back from truths They're all mine to give All mine to give All mine to give All mine

Run little rabbit, cant break the habbit for none Shapes like a rocket and shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers son has spent a lifetime on the run

You've been working all your life All weekends and overtime While you're trying to unwind You can't relate to the leisured life Another day meanders

Strip me down Wash me white Leave the spots in my eyes Novelty Wearing thin Overload of truth and advice Narrow minds Move hollow mouths To taste the

If I had no friends I'd have no one to ridicule So goes the tale of the resident fool If I clear my space I could clear it to be with you Backhanded