Testo: Van Cleef Continental. 8 Shots 8 Failures. Dry Queens.

You?re left alone and you don?t know the score, while I just keep on looking in another way
You dry your eyes and pay the bill again,
You wish you knew when it?s all going to end,
Dry queen

An idiot wind wipes out your hair again, you waste your time questioning about
Shoutin? alone into the parking lot,
You can?t stand the heat and now your kitchen?s hot
Dry queen

You look
To find
The things
You like
I know you?ll be
Somewhere looking for me
C?mon
And breathe
And open up your ears
You think you found
The sweetest sound

Obnoxious light gets straight into your room, you stay forever waitin? for the sonic boom
You count the rings, they?re grown around your eyes
Well, time is up, and you know you?re losing style,
Dry queen

You look
To find
The things
You like
I know you?ll be
Somewhere looking for me
C?mon
And breathe
And open up your ears
You think you found
The sweetest sound

(Thanks to pablo for these lyrics)