Tin can Songtext

von Sub-Urban Tribe

What you can
What you can't do to yourself
Who am I
To advise you to stay home
To stay here
What ever you choose
I stand behind you
As your friend
Distance will not change anything
If you come back
You can bring your can opener within

Things in tin cans
Tendons and bones
Are covered with skin
And here comes the truth
So ugly and pure
That you are in, too
Things in tin cans
Me and my friends
All what we felt
Little we knew
Things in tin cans
Tin can

A long ride
Hard times just wait and see
It's the cost
When you must fulfil your dream
As you will
Freedom is so close to anarchy
As are you
When the clouds get shades of grey
Remember me on that day
I know you haven't changed
And the places are all the same
So we can taste them once again

Things in tin cans
Tendons and bones
Are covered with skin
And here comes the truth
So ugly and pure
That you are in, too
Things in tin cans
Me and my friends
All what we felt
Little we knew
Things in tin cans
Tin can