Texty:
The Gaslight Anthem American Slang

for my father but my father had died I called for my father but my father had died while you told me fortunes, in American Slang You told me fortunes, in American Slang

mothers, but our mothers have died (In a dream I had, oh in a dream I had) And you told us fortunes in American slang Oh, you told me fortunes in American slang

My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth About another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers

A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all

Now the lights go low on the avenue And the cars pass by in the rain University boys and the girls fill the bars While I'm just waiting for the light

the Queen of Lower Chelsea Did you grow up a good girl, You daddy's pride? Did you make all the right moves, Take all the right drugs right on time? American

The cool is dead, baby Go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning We'll start over again That's how they do it up on

Goodbye circus wheel May you rest along the sea I have given you the fire of my youth And the triumph o're my enemies Goodbye fair weather home, and