Linoleum - Ray Liotta lyrics

rate me

Running to the station

And you're feeling just like Ray Liotta

Eyes are blacker than your shades

You're wearing pretty thin

Tearing through the crowd

'Cause you won't wait

And you can't face a weekend

Staring at the ceiling

The walls are closing in

Life's too slow

So you run away

And you know

Life's too slow

Turn into the market

And you catch him on the stairs

Man, you kept me waiting

And it's giving me the fear

He takes you 'round the corner

And he passes you the gear

You bitch about the money

He says that's the cost of living

And life's too slow

I'll have you run away

And you know

You can run away

Back into the open

And you're feeling kind of nervous

Wanna get there quick

So get a cab

Rushing for the door

It seems you're never gonna get there

Now you're sitting again without your friend

You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection

And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend

You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection

And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend