Combat Boots - Black Cab

Oh you are a restless one

You got your combat boots on

And you’re loving this confusion

Oh you are a little tease

But you sure know how to please

You don’t suffer us fools gladly

I am tired and bored of getting over this

And I’m not afraid to run

I am lost and bored of getting over this

You got your combat boots on

And it looks like rain to come

We are guided by the sun

And there’s panic in the evening

And you are a shooting star

But you’ve taken it too far

Now the skies on fire and I’m ready

I am tired and bored of getting over this

And I’m not afraid to run

I am lost and bored of getting over this

You got your combat boots on

You got your combat boots on

I got your combat boots on

I got your combat boots on