Bulletboys - 1-800-Goodbye lyrics

Kick it Whoa, up to your neck in a good time Soakin' panties on a fiber optic line It's funny how you never meet the man Who's paying the bill (And don't forget the line) Baby while you still got your integrity Lipstick traces blooming where they shouldn't be And you swear the night is foggy But you don't believe a thing you see As she's staring at you 1-800-GOODBYE 1-800-GOODBYE Rat race dying to be number one Oil spill crying, what's done is done And if you're desperate You star in headline news, nice shotgun Everybody's scheming for a time and place Everybody's dreaming of a pretty face When the spotlight hits ya Don't let it go to waste As she's staring at you 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are over) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are up) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are over) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes) Well don't you ever wonder why the clock is always ticking It's just like some kind of bomb Keep on pushing even through we take a licking It's here and then gone, gone, gone, gone, oh gone 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are over) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are up) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes are over) 1-800-GOODBYE (your fifteen minutes) Arrivederci