Chamberlain Calling All Cars
Poor boy, last of your kind, born long before your time
Lost boy, oh, this sorrow and regret, mark my words, they'll make a man of you yet
So accept no fate, and get your story straight cause your mistakes will grow like cancers
And the boys you've raised will come stand face-to-face with you someday and say "dad, I demand answers."
And I'm calling on my brothers, screaming for my sisters
You can run but you won't get far, I'm calling all cars
Gone girl, you are my sky, with the weight of the world behind your eyes
Lost girl, when things fall apart I will stand at the altar of your heart
I'll defend your name, keep thе wolves at bay, when your beautiful drеams are shattered
I'll take your side whether you're wrong or right, hey, for worse or for better
I'm calling on my brothers, screaming for my sisters
You can run but you won't get far, I'm calling all cars
And I'm praying to my mother, afraid of my father
In pursuit of your broken heart, I'm calling, calling all cars
Come out, come out wherever you are
You can run but you won't get far, I'm calling all cars
I'm begging for my brothers, screaming for my sisters
You can run but you won't get far, I'm calling all cars
And I'm praying to my mother, afraid of my father
In pursuit of your broken heart, I'm calling, calling all cars
