Eating Paper

Hey love, who’d have thought it, people wouldn’t help me out No love, no one cares about me Lead us out in the morning where all the creepers are crawling and We rolled up with the last of my weed Welcome to hell, love, eating and breathe it in Fingers all shake when I’m cleaning things And I can’t play the guitar anymore You won’t get far in the ticket line, you’ll have to wait for 45 You got 25 reasons why you won’t get far Oh fine I’ll run it by You won’t gеt far in the ticket line, you’ll havе to wait for 45 You got 25 reasons why you won’t get far, fine I’ll run it by Run it by Run it by We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms We love it, oh, with love in his arms