Soft shoulder
Greg mcleodOne car, they're older
My head hunched over
It stops, it opens
My shoulders tighten
They yell, I'm frightened
My knuckles whiten
I stop, I fight them
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for all their wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
From the basement of their mom's
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for other wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
And you're gonna pay them
Slow down, third person
Hometown diversion
They want to hurt him
It starts to worsen
No cause, no quarter
No real disorder
It feels like torture
It starts with boredom
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for all their wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
From the basement of their mom's
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for other wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
And you're gonna pay them
The stars, the silence
The bars, the violence
It's all behind us
They will deny it
It's dark, soft shoulder
No cars, I'm older