Cynthia Alexander – Letras de Motorbykle

we barely survive the abuses
we inflict upon ourselves
we never mean to be unkind
the colors leave us blind
we get what we deserve
we pay for what we get
here is the game and
here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
here is the game
and here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
ride

we brave the accusations
& stand on burning bridges
blame it all on weakness
& crucify our innocence
& we get what we deserve
& we pay for what we get
here is the game and
here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
here is the game
& here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle

now we have come
to our hi-ways' end
run along now & carry on
&
embrace the changes
sanctify this distance
we're certified experienced
to do it all again
but we get what we deserve
& we pay for what we get
here is the game and
here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
here is the game
& here is the cycle
while I ride my motorbykle
ride