Looking for a way out | |
I put my foot out of line | |
Really like to break-out | |
I feel so confined | |
American leather | |
The poinsous members | |
Not alone-not together | |
Their American leather | |
Saw you on a dark road | |
Brought myself along | |
Got a sense of conflict | |
But I know what's wrong | |
(Chorus) | |
(Middle) | |
(Chorus) | |
I know that kinda feeling | |
So I built my place up high | |
But you'll never find me kneeling | |
Cause I'm too occupied | |
(Chorus) |