Lyrics UNKLE – Iter IX: Epilogue / Tales of the City
Text:
Some days the city bleeds me dry
With telling tales of the night
In this little town of mine
Sometimes you’ll find a lack of time
With none to spare, I live in fear
Envy those without a care
Head’s now gone and nothing’s clear
In this rat race of despair
Envy those without a care
Head’s now gone and nothing’s clear
In this rat race of despair