You’ve got to move As if you need to know why!? Chow Mein don’t make up for Xmas But it will do Got money in your pocket Got places to go Don’t no-one know your name You’re on a roll
As it flows, you might not know the motion Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing
Boy have I have got a bone to pick Gratitude don’t weight much on my side of town Count your blessings And count ‘em well Fill your cub to the brim One day you’ll drink from a cup of tin
Rain cold Rain hard Let It all fall apart
As it flows, you might not know the motion Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing All you want, And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mine
Soon you’ll be cold The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you All you kept secretly, Safely away from prying eyes must go
Say, who are you fooling? The blade comes down
As it flows, you might not know the motion Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing All you want, And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
