Down here where the heat's so fine I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas Hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, we get out chocolates from Belgium We have our strawberries flown in from England But none of the money we spend seems to do us much good in the end I've got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Yeah, the house and the jewels, the Italian race car They don't make us feel better about who we are I've got termites in the framework So do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet We are experts in the art Of frivolous spending
And it's gone on like this, for 3 years, I guess And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies Is stumbling across its bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes Seems to finish it off where it lies I got sugar in the fuel lines Both of us do
Yeah, the fights and the lies that we both love to tell Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell I got pudding for a backbone But so do youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
