Oh, donât you grieve, donât cry, donât weep, no Your tears are just the creek On which you float away from me You gotta have the heart of a lion
Hey donât you sigh, donât sigh, donât breathe, no Your breath is just the air On which you drift away from me You gotta have the lungs of a whale [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/fruit+bats/lives+of+crime_20818937.html ] Past packing day and itâs okay Past packing day and itâs okay This one's coming down to the wire Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire
Hey, donât you look, donât look, donât see, no Your visionâs just the road On which you drive away from me You gotta have a love like a fire
Past packing day and itâs okay Past packing day and itâs okay Weâre just a product of these times And must not atone for lives of crime
Weâre just a product of these times And must not atone for lives of crime For lives of crime, for lives of crime