Wish List

corrections

the morning comes and cops invade my conscience then morning comes and cops invade...

i run around the house of heated atom I run around the house a heated atom

Because i know i can ride my way (cuz) I know, i can write my way

back to all the things that i missed back to all the things that i miss

you stay, digging at your own little dish you stay digging at your own little ditch

its just another thing on my wish list That's just another thing on my wish list