I take a spiritual drive
Down by the coast of her eyes
I keep seeing cowboys ride by
Indian style
She's twisted, fumbling by
She scratches paint off my sky
Whenever feelings run dry
I just go hide
Chorus:
Cause yeah, we all, we all
We all have sorry hearts
Cause yeah, we all, we all
We all have sorry hearts
Can I keep striving for rain?
Full-time control of this game
She is dressed like a French whore in Spain
Would you add water to my flame?
There's not appropriate classes
Just clean the lens on your glasses
You'll see how some people's asses
Can't be kicked twice
Chorus:
Cause yeah, we all, we all
We all have sorry hearts
Cause yeah, we all, we all
We all have sorry hearts
We all take spiritual drives
Down dead-end streets of our lives
Weeping rock-bottom cries
With our head high
And I'm here to tell you why
Chorus:
We all, we all
We all have sorry hearts
Cause yeah, we all, we all
We all have sorry hearts