[Verse 1] Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go Then I think of all the things that I never wanna do Think of all the people that I don't wanna meet I close my eyes and go to sleep
[Verse 2] Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars I'm the prince of poverty I hang around in bars Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool My life's like a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
[Verse 3] You disgust me I see through your macho lies I'll fight everything you stand for There's something in your purse babe, my head's getting sore Maybe what we had was just green cornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
