歌曲名 Piccioni Party

歌手名 Bobby Helms

作词：Rick Kelly

作曲：Ray Rivamonte

Like the salt of the earth

Spilt upon a worn wooden floor

Falling through the cracks

To a place you can't find it anymore

You could take a pinch of it and give a lucky toss

Smile at the madness as you ain't got no loss

Paper bags and memory lanes

Whos dreams are flying all to rest

He just can't put his finger

On the feeling that he lacks

A spirit too disposable recycled and cut back

From tradition to a mission hes the greatest

Slippin through the cracks

Working in the big time

Got so many ions in the fire

A resiviore of angry cars downing

In the highway of desire

Theres a worth of information down

That road that we all need

Praying on the ignorance

Selfishness and greed

Looking for directions on a road

That offers little guaranteed

He looks on and he wonders if hell ever be apart

Is he the hunter or the hunted

Confusion in his heart

Tears of desperation just get washed away theyre just

Slippin through the cracks

He just can't put his finger on the feeling that he lacks

A spirit too disposable recycled and cut back

From tradition to a mission hes the greatest and just

Slippin through the cracks

Hes slippin through the cracks

Slippin through the cracks

Slippin through the cracks

Slippin through the cracks

Slippin through the cracks