Good evening, hometown folk Welcome to The Black Crowes rock 'n' roll show Baby, you gotta want it
Sleepless boy was a friend of mine Got his cocaine tongue at dinner time Walking needle 'round a lady friend So strung out, baby, I don't know when Brother who lives in the court of king Knife just like the church bell ring Started the fire, babe, that burned down Rome Pin it on him, he went home
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong Come on, put it right here
The things she said sound like pornography That knife in her hand and I believe Lock my door, swallow the key Stab my heart, baby, can I bleed?
You're wrong, you're wrong [?], babe You're wrong, you're wrong You want all of my blame, babe You wanna take it? Take it Put your blame, baby
Be cool, baby, be cool, man Listen up Crazy motherfuckers out tonight I want y'all to get as crazy as y'all wanna get But let's be cool, this ain't the Persian Gulf No one's killing nobody here, y'know what I'm saying? Now let's get back to business
I may be your prince of thieves I don't know nothing 'bout your chastity Ever wonder why we're walking so slow? Ever wonder where the moon won't go?
Ever wonder why the heart [?] [?], I never know why I'm not gonna try
You're wrong, you're wrong Yeah, you want all my blame You're wrong, you're wrong Oh yeah, take my blame Want it, you want it, you want it Want it, you want it, you want it Put it right here
Alright Saturday night in our hometown And this is the last show we're gonna play this year But never fear baby, 'cause you knew it, you knew it, you knew it You knew it's twice as hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
