They all come here from somewhere
And they all bring their fear of being nothing
And you can just about smell it on them...Desperation
I got all I need to hit that speed
(And a bottle of whiskey)
She's all you want, don't need a front (But she's a little too frisky)
"Oh-oh-oh", she sighed
She's got her mind made up, but her hands are tied
Oh Lord, how she cried!
Lord, that the soul is fried
Spend your whole life in your own mind
Never see the world just pa** you by
They all come here from nowhere
And they all want to live in sunshine
You can just about smell it on them...Desperation
I got all I need to hit that speed
(And a bottle of whiskey)
She's all you want, don't need a front (But she's a little too frisky)
"Oh-oh-oh", she sighed
She's got her mind made up, but her hands are tied
Oh Lord, how she cried!
Lord, that the soul is fried
Spend your whole life in your own mind
Never see the world just pa** you by
(Instrumental)
I got all I want, don't need a front
(But she's a little too perfect.)
She's got all she needs to hit that speed
Now she's rolling down Sunset
"Oh-oh-oh", she sighed
She's got her mind made up, but her hands are tied
Oh Lord, how she cried!
Lord, that the soul is fried
Spend your whole life in your own mind
Never see the world just pa** you by
Never see the world just pa** you by
Just pa** you by (x13)