Sophistication really got up this time Your hipness quota's up to 9.9 You never felt stronger, felt so alive Ain't no problem you just need one more line
Pay no attention to your family, your friends Burn up that candle, baby, at both ends Don't need no lecture from no man on T.V. No cocaine hot-line You say they can't mean me
Who shot Daddy, who is to blame Got him hooked on something Made him act so damned insane Who killed momma, left her this way Who'll tell the children, come the judgment day
Just a recreation, nonaddictive and fun Just about as harmless as a loaded gun You're so together and it's under control Who are ya fooling, there's a crack in your soul
Who shot Daddy, who is to blame Got him hooked on something Made him act so damned insane Who killed momma, left her this way Who'll tell the children, come the judgment day
Blow all your money, blow on your face You sure look glamorous child What a waste No one can do it for you, Lord only knows It's up to you now Please say no
Who shot Daddy, who is to blame Got him hooked on something Made him act so damned insane Who killed momma, left her this way Who'll tell the children, come the judgment dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
