Candy took a walk Deep into Manhattan Sold her soul to the devil there Now she can't get it back – no she can't get it back
She's waiting in a phone booth For a man to come save her But he's taken every dollar that she made And she can't get it back – no she can't get it back
Jesus is in heaven and Mary's in the stable But Candy's got nowhere to go to sleep Her poppa's in the graveyard and her momma's back in Kansas Praying to the angels of the weak For Candy's soul to keep
Candy was a boy Who never played no ball games Missed out on every ride at the fair Now she can't get it back – no she can't get it back
Candy feels the breeze And heads out on the highway No one's gonna miss her when she's gone No they won't have her back – no they won't get her back
Jesus is in heaven and Judas's in jailhouse Chasing our poor Candy round the cell Where are all the saints and where are all the angels Why is every day a living hell – a living hell
Now Candy wants to die but can't afford the burial Mama doesn't want her and won't pay No she won't take her back – no she won't take her back
So Candy has a plan She'll ride out on the beltway Take the road until she dissapears And they won't get her back – no they won't get her back
She can't get it back – no she won't get it back
Can't get it – don't get it Can't get it – won't get itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
