Dragging My Bags Round Town Songtext
von Beau Corbeau

Lord knows what I need
Four walls is just the start
Something tangible to prove I′m here
I'm lying on this fucked up fold out bed
A hundred short on rent
I′ve crashed in all the quarters of this city
It still don't feel like home
I'm dragging my bags round town
I′m dragging myself around
But I don′t want to leave having nothing achieved at all
Dragging my bags around town
Tearing my long hair out
Because I can't seem to find me a shell to settle down


Yeah I know
Should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end I′ll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever changing

Got to catch a job
The searching never stops
Because no one wants to pay for melodies
And I don't even write songs any more
Up on the seventh floor
I waste my days just moving place to place
But nowhere feels like home
Still dragging my bags around town
Letting the family down
Because I can′t even make it a week without running out

Yeah I know
Should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end I'll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever changing


Should have left this city long ago
I′ll be packing up my bags again
Should have left this city long ago