He came with his friends, in a caravan To witness the governor's ball Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass While the rest stood like bricks in a wall The stage it looked like a vending machine The singer, a black barbie doll But it was well lit, and well managed Said our property, would be damaged Until his boredom, took full advantage Of it all
Talk to a girl, with klonopin eyes Who said she had jewelry to sell First he said „no thanks”, then he realized That he wasn't feeling that well And he took what she held looked like pieces of sky And a garnet like teardrops from hell She offered him a necklace and he wanted to accept it But it would end up too expensive, he could tell Then she said: "Why not, what have you got, to lose, to lose"
When he never came back and the curve you have pathed His friends searched the fair grounds for clues But security guard with the maniacal laugh Said its always the leader you lose And he finally turned up in the broad light of day With a black eye as big as the moon They all asked him what had happened Was it real or all imagined Why on earth had he abandon them so soon And he said: "Why not, I do what I've got to do, its what you do"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
