Lyrics Blackfield – How Was Your Ride?
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We’re like the weather
You can’t predict it
We never take the time
Heavy shackles
We can’t move freely
We’re leaving trails on the ground
We’re leaving trails on the ground
It’s too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
Frozen moments
Your shadows on me
Will always give the command
It won’t get better
Just string along
Until the curtain comes down
It’s too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
It’s too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
How was your ride?
How was your ride?
