Took a shot at living just like everybody else
I've got shirts and i've got shoes
I've got things I love
But not like you
Not like you
If we sat together perched like two red blinking birds
And the last man standing at the end of the World
Would you believe me
If I said I was happy?
Overall, your smile
Ain't what it used to be
I have been told
But, your creased lip is Golden
My Father drills for oil in the middle of the ocean
Everyday, so we can have a home to call our own
We call him our own
He has taught me well, and my Mother kept me going
The information I have now, I will use, so we can be like them
We can be like them
Overall, your smile, ain't what it used to be
I have been told
But, your creased lip, is Golden
Took a shot at living just like everybody else
I've got shirts and i've got shoes
I've got things I love
But, not like you
Not like you
Overall, your smile, ain't what it used to be
I have been told
But, your creased lip is Golden