Disrepair - Mick Thomas

I woke up to frost on the window I'd been sleeping in a snow-globe town Six inches on the ground You always said I'd never would see a white Christmas Snow ange

I'm a one man line at the twenty-four hour store I'm in a town that reminds me of my home town streets I roamed the aisles a thousand miles from what I was look

She can turn a room round on a dime part a crowd like the Red Sea she's Moses and stranger's eyes all fall and rise on her length like they're sizing up roses D