Ernest Hemmingway Songtext

I'm unemployed, they want me down by my feet
My middle angel, I got her doin' the pree
I slept on the floor and I got dirt on my jeans
I can't fathom my life, too many holes in the scenes
All my drugs came from the war
There was a party in my head, I'm briefing all of the cause
Broken glasses, lost my high from all the blood on the floor
They play on war cries in my clubs, it's getting all over the floor
Feel like I'm under the floor, yeah, uh