It's a Crime - The Cave Singers

Here you are, in the room to meet your own

Oh, dripping down, drinking that, wanting that

She’s singing hang your passion, boy, got you nailed down

Sweet drop in the team of, of your how

What made this era special cold?

Ain’t enough newspapers to let you go

It’s a crime

Dee Dee wants to know I’ll watch you flow

They feed her fear

Got further, getting nervous

Walking crying in the thunder time

Gave it to her, standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts

It’s a crime, baby, no

Standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts

In that era, didn’t you ever fear

Rolling through the high school, get on those new wheels, roam

Dee Dee wants to know I’ll watch you flow

They feed her fear

Got further, getting nervous

Walking crying in the thunder time

Gave it to her, standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts

It’s a crime, baby, no

Standing in the cold and finally get your thoughts

Had a cold house, I never knew

Why do we do

Had a cold house, I never knew

Why do we do

Had a cold house, I never knew

Why