Paroles:
A Art Of Making Sense

can't wait a minute longer Gonna teach you the art of making sense There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road

the night again awake for the night again hanging ont he phone i cant wait a minute longer gonna teach you the art of making sense SOLO theres a

seem to need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say i'm a good neighbour I trudge so judge me for my labour I walk in a bar

I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she?s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i?m looking up as i?m lying

everday outcast, we outlast Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check Might as well, I done earned the respect [Chorus] [Pos:] Here to jumpstart the art

you stopped making sense to me Seems to me that it's all the same, time and time again Slowly, all that I believed in, turning into a lie To aim and

all of history Against us is the law With its immensity of strength and power Against us is the law! Police know how to make a man A guilty or an innocent

Ice on my neck make sure i dont sweat. N i jus love em n leave em, No reason for re-runs afta i freak em huh. Ur so fine it makes no sense, Oh girl u

I do but, I don't know how you feel about me is this not fairrrrrrr, fairrrrrr. hea-a-a-art lo-o-o-ove oh-o-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh hea-a-a-art lo