Blood Brothers Lyrics by Bleachers
What’s it like on the street?
Do you miss anything?
Down here, we got ourselves in a mess
Trying to make a mark, broken man, angry above
But I still try
I keep one fight to the outside
That’s my trait of you, that’s my sunshine
If I lose step, that is a failing job
If to save me is to save you, then I’m ready to go
Oh, God, please make it over slow
Back seat, the radio
Oh, blood brother, it’s over soon
And I can’t carry you
Hey hey, my my
I get the joke but I don’t laugh tonight
Yeah, yeah, sha-sha
I’ll meet you in forever’s parking lot
Oh, God, please make it over slow
Bring back peace, the radio
Oh, blood brother, it’s over soon
And I can’t carry you
