You like to stay at home
I saw you once throw yourself down some stairs
Just to avoid simply going downtown

There's no sense wasting time in transit
I've read all the books that I'm going to read
Even the papers they make me feel
This is deja-vu

They got the new costumes in
I wasn't behind the decision
All the cute boys are bringing me down

I'm tired of all the jive
Try not to think of the neighbors
Some things are better left behind
Close the door

I like to see who goes missing
And listening to the old preachers voice
Bellowing over the shattering glass

Getting around in the underground
Drinking from it's tepid rivers
Watching the fires from under the fountains

Pitch dark tents on the pavement
Gangsters were leaving their houses gunned down
In the wake of desaster
Holding hands
It was them that you remember
Last good thing that your mother told you
Baby it wasn't you,
It was me

Lyrics submitted by elhahaj

Gangsters Holding Hands song meanings
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