bad day at black rock, baby - colours (us) lyrics
what a day, gotta say
i think it’s gonna turn out bad
call me a pessimist
i think it’s gonna turn out bad
smoke a while, think a while
i feel i’m getting very bored
i know what i can do
i’m gonna rob a liquor store
i’m carving a gun from an old piece of wood
dip it in black paint, it looks pretty good (ah)
drive my car for a mile
i’m turning onto black rock street
look at all the liquor stores
just one is all i really need
park my car, go inside
and i proceed to pull my gun
want your bread, or you’re dead
and now he’s staring at my gun
he sees the gun is made of wood
and now i’m lying on the ground
who does he think he is?
it’s not the only store in town
bad day at black rock, baby
bad day, today (today)
cross the street, liquor store
i go inside and pull my gun
guy looks up, starts to laugh
he knows it’s just a wooden gun
(he wish he were dreaming)
bad day at black rock, baby
bad day, today (today)
what a day, havе to say (bad day at black rock, baby)
i knew that it would turn out bad (bad day, today)
call me a pessimist (bad day at black rock, baby)
i knеw that it would turn out bad (bad day, today)
bad day at black rock, baby
bad day, today (today)
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