If you’re in the right city at the right time What’s the last thing going through your mind Not talking ’bout your Ask no questions, you know it’s a lie You could have been the victim of a corporate crime All the signs of a shark attack You’ve got rivers of blood On the streets, don’t look back Nothing personal, just another snack ’n harley said you’re better off sticking to your guns Any fule kno that
Oh moronica queen of the biz And her friend flash harry thinks he knows what it is Tin pan alley fat head larry don’t know shit Just trying to keep her happy There’s no laughing in heaven Not the one, not the seven And you’ll never get to heaven in her row boat Pea brain pisser, dog breath kisser ’n harley said you’re better off sticking to your guns Any fule kno that
Won’t it be nice When everything falls into place
Salad days go a-tickling by, have a high time Burn money in the meantime, they bleed you dry Those suckers are smaller than life Oh moronica queen of the biz And her friend flash harry thinks he knows what it is Tin pan alley fat head larry don’t know shit I’m better off sticking to my guns Any fule kno that
Won’t it be nice When everything falls into place
Danny went down to the river one day Didn’t come back, that’s the last, they say We ever saw of him, that’s no lie Spitting in your eye, have no fear You don’t want the truth Stick your finger in your ear Any fule kno thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
