Žodžiai dainai: Beltones (The). Cheap Trinkets. Better Than A Kick In The Head.

It's been such a long time since I've had a kind word to say.
I guess it's just the force of habit that forces me to carry on this way.
I took and threw my share of punches, and I'm no better off or worse today.
You know I'm tried and true, and through with feeling blue,
I think I need a new game to play.

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Cos' your kisses taste better than a kick in the head.
And there's nowhere I'd rather be than with you in my bed.
And I know a lot of things like this are better left unsaid.
But your kisses taste better than a kick in the head.

Threw my cards on the table, another push and I was double down.
Threw down my defenses, and ran the risk of getting kicked around.
But you pulled your punches and you kissed my head and left me smiling like a stupid clown.
And it'll take a lot more than a thousand miles to beat me into the ground