Green Day - ¿Viva la Gloria? (Little Girl) lyrics
Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]
[Green Day - ¿Viva la Gloria? Little Girl lyrics]
Little girl, little girl
Why are you cryin'?
Inside your restless soul
Your heart is dyin'
Little one, little one, your soul is purgin'
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surgin'
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when
You got no place to go
Little girl, little girl
Your life is callin'
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is fallin'
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailin'
In the wake
(All the way) All the way, no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show
Your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar
You're just a junkie preachin' to the choir
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when
You got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home
Like the mascara tears from your getaway
(Gloria) you're walkin' with blisters and
Running with shears
So unholy, sister of grace
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray from the Salvation Army
There is no place like home
Why are you cryin'?
Inside your restless soul
Your heart is dyin'
Little one, little one, your soul is purgin'
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surgin'
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when
You got no place to go
Little girl, little girl
Your life is callin'
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is fallin'
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailin'
In the wake
(All the way) All the way, no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show
Your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar
You're just a junkie preachin' to the choir
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray for the Salvation Army
There is no place like home when
You got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home
Like the mascara tears from your getaway
(Gloria) you're walkin' with blisters and
Running with shears
So unholy, sister of grace
Run away from the river to the street
And find yourself with your
Face in the gutter
You're a stray from the Salvation Army
There is no place like home