• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sorry. We Steal. - Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
• Sorry. We Steal. - The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
• X-Ray Style - Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros

Connecticut. Not really where I want to go.
But it's as far as I can drive in twelve inches of snow
in an broken Econoline. It's equidistant to going out east.
Thanks guys!
Uh, did you like the way we played?
Thanks for buying the CD!
Can we please stay at your place?
Because at home no one waits for me.
I lost count.
How many I Love You's you said were never true.
I'm breaking free from you.
And when you realize your wrong, I'll already be gone
and you won't be seeing me again (no not again).
I'll be dead in a cardboard box in transit back to Long Island.
And you'll feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
Like I felt the weight of everyone who never gave a fuck about me.
Mobile phone doesn't work very well
But if I get away from here, I'm an expatriate from hell.
And once you break free it wouldn't make sense to go back
to Long Island: where I knew I was alone
Idly sitting by and waiting after breaking back into my home.
No one cared that I was back.
So goodbye.
I'll forget what to bring.
Who cares? Fuck everything.
See the world and sing.
It seems like we had a good start.
But every start has got to stop.
The last words you'll ever hear from me:
"The only way you can be free is to say,
'Fuck this place I call my home!'"

Connecticut. Not really where I want to go.
But it's as far as I can drive in twelve inches of snow
in an broken Econoline. It's equidistant to going out east.
Thanks guys!
Uh, did you like the way we played?
Thanks for buying the CD!
Can we please stay at your place?
Because at home no one waits for me.
I lost count.
How many I Love You's you said were never true.
I'm breaking free from you.
And when you realize your wrong, I'll already be gone
and you won't be seeing me again (no not again).
I'll be dead in a cardboard box in transit back to Long Island.
And you'll feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
Like I felt the weight of everyone who never gave a fuck about me.
Mobile phone doesn't work very well
But if I get away from here, I'm an expatriate from hell.
And once you break free it wouldn't make sense to go back
to Long Island: where I knew I was alone
Idly sitting by and waiting after breaking back into my home.
No one cared that I was back.
So goodbye.
I'll forget what to bring.
Who cares? Fuck everything.
See the world and sing.
It seems like we had a good start.
But every start has got to stop.
The last words you'll ever hear from me:
"The only way you can be free is to say,
'Fuck this place I call my home!'"
I'm giving up the burden that was giving up on me.

I see a million walk the city mile
The ticker tape kings and the juveniles
Will anybody tell me which way to go
Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio
I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles
And each one represents the hopes of a soul
You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
When you see all the little children running
Running in the backyard
On a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Saharan song
Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
Gonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train
Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain
Oh, you can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
There's people living now who ain't got no heart
And ain't never had none
Down on the border they crawl all the way
To get a clip of living with a clean all spray
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
You can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
There's people living now who ain't got no heart
And ain't never had none
I hear a pay phone ringing out on murder mile
The sucker who picks up gets his number dilled
And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed
Could never wash down this town so clean that it glowed
And I need to see in an X-ray style
I need some rock art that don't come in a vial
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile