Bandit

Down on a truck stop
Waiting for you

Trapped in this cold rock
Trying to break thru

Maybe she'll call me
Maybe she'll want me

Broke on a cut prop
Tying up glass rooms

Please don't make me go home
I got no place to go
You know this is my home and I
Can't go home

I don't want to leave
The night is still young
You know this is my home and I
Can't go home

Up on a smoke yacht
Tired of you

Strapped in this smack shop
Beyond choral moons

Maybe she'll call me
Maybe she'll want me

Broke on a cut prop
Tying up glass rules

Please don't make me go home
I got no place to go
You know this is my home and I
Can't go home

I don't want to leave
The night is still young
You know this is my home and I
Can't go home



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Gottwald
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