J. Roddy Walston & The Business

歌词: I bet you sick lick forcep and you're tiny in red. Elevate your tricep you're a martyr in bed. Sitting on a gold mine, shooting up the old time. Cleaning up the refuse of your plaid shirt and coke lines. Now I've been pulling thread doing all kin

The good times will come. The good times will roll away. You can get a good time but that good time ain't gonna stay. So I'm gonna come with you. I'm gonna come to you. You're a hard time, but you're the kind that's long and true. You're a hard time,

Boy handler now you're on my mind. Your night gender is changing all the time. The Oil war is down on faggot street. Tighten up your jeans, let them know, drag your feet. Same days, same days forever. Same days, same days forever. Satin jackets press

I met a family. I called them mine. Started up the car girl, left them behind. I made some memories. I want some more. I made some money. I am at your door. Your eyes say there was a choice, but our mouths move for destiny. I placed my body above you