Ohh... Where are you now I'm over here We've got those empty pockets And we can't afford the beer We're smoking holes and we've got only dreams And we're so damn drunk we can't see the stairs
The apple cart upset my head's little brain This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain
I saw it yippee, I did, I swear Walking through the hallway Crawling up the stairs Abebe baby baby baby Bekila Given up on whisky Taken up with tequila
I'm on my own in my blind alley I turn myself around So it's swallowing me
Watch the guitar Watch the guitar
Groovy groovy people We're all groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people We're all groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people
I wonder why
Me and the wall We're okay, we're okay
The boom-boom box says there's nothing to fear It may be hell down there 'Cause it's heaven up here I'd have given forever for a few good years But too much of a much isn't Too much you hear
The hammer on my chest was an abominable pain the anvil on my belly was an abdominal strain
We've got the bottle Go take the bottle Go take a sipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
