The moon has left the garden The river has run dry Look up at the mountain The sun ain't left the sky
You were living on honky chicken With that private Dick downtown Ain't none of his investigating Could've turned your reputation around They called you the loner Weirder than the Wild West When you tried to join the army You couldn't even pass the test You started hanging out with me Coz I had a little pot Some High School Jock grassed Me up to your Daddy And one day I got caught I took care of business When they set you free again I was moving a mountain full of money And the party never ended
We stole the moon We stole the car Never made it to heaven baby Never got that far
I was playing poker In that basement joint you worked When some stoned and drunk undercover man Put his hand right up your skirt Why'd you take the pool cue Lay that lawman on the floor Left a hundred dollars in the tip jar Walked right out the back doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
