Spark a dog-end, roll up smoke Before you turn to dust Got a lot of real good friends But no one you can trust She draws you like a siren To the accident once more You're lying in your good intent And you just ask for more And you've been using up Your lucky days, two at a time The way this town can beat you down Is such a crime Such a jealous mistress She knows when you're on the bone Your accomplice and your witness But you sold your ticket home Like a bottle or a friend When you hit bottom, don't bother crying All good things come to an end But the bad ones seem to take their time And you've been using up Your lucky days two at a time The way this town can beat you down Is such a crime She speaks in contradictions That can knock you to the floor Satisfaction's her addiction And she'll burn you to like a whore Like a bottle or a friend When you hit bottom, don't bother crying All good things come to an end But the bad ones seem to take their time And you've been using up Your lucky days two at a time There was a man you could have been But he's broken inside And you've been using up Your lucky days two at a time The way this town can beat you down Is such a crimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
