Song | Think About It |
Artist | The Jayhawks |
Album | Sound Of Lies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Took her pills and her magazines | |
Left her lying in her misery | |
He was locked up in his room | |
Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine down the avenue | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don't fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don't fuss | |
All the dog-eared pages on your shelf | |
You never talk except about yourself | |
All the red eyes in the room | |
Tried to rearrange your world for you | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don't fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose | |
As he pulled his pad and scribbled «suicide» | |
The county coroner, he shock his head from side to side | |
He was a little less than pleased | |
Very pale and very tired | |
The toil of love had brought them to their knees | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don't fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
(repeat 3 times) | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose |
Took her pills and her magazines | |
Left her lying in her misery | |
He was locked up in his room | |
Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine down the avenue | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
All the dogeared pages on your shelf | |
You never talk except about yourself | |
All the red eyes in the room | |
Tried to rearrange your world for you | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose | |
As he pulled his pad and scribbled suicide | |
The county coroner, he shock his head from side to side | |
He was a little less than pleased | |
Very pale and very tired | |
The toil of love had brought them to their knees | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
repeat 3 times | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose |
Took her pills and her magazines | |
Left her lying in her misery | |
He was locked up in his room | |
Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine down the avenue | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
All the dogeared pages on your shelf | |
You never talk except about yourself | |
All the red eyes in the room | |
Tried to rearrange your world for you | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose | |
As he pulled his pad and scribbled suicide | |
The county coroner, he shock his head from side to side | |
He was a little less than pleased | |
Very pale and very tired | |
The toil of love had brought them to their knees | |
Think about it once | |
Take your time, don' t fuss | |
What you got to lose | |
Everybody choose | |
repeat 3 times | |
Think about it once | |
What you got to lose |