Song | Puppy Mills Presents |
Artist | The Gay Blades |
Album | Savages |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gay Blades | |
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
And i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time | |
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size | |
Well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes | |
We could pan handle on the side of the street | |
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat | |
I could sell your body and you could sell mine | |
If only we could find somebody to buy, it's over. | |
Well we could find God and join a seminary | |
If i was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy | |
After all God pays pretty well, | |
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell | |
We could get a job making $5.25 or | |
$5.15 depending on which side of the | |
State-line, on which we reside | |
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
I was drunk in the moment you left me | |
And i'm surely still falling down stairs | |
She says baby don't bother i've fallen for another | |
And i ain't getting up again | |
Well i've found myself back where i started | |
And i've found myself one more good line | |
She says baby don't bother you ain't never been a father | |
Of an idea worth calling "alright" | |
Ooh la la | |
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge | |
They were a band once but we all soon forgot | |
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists | |
They've got no ****ing money, cause they would not write the hits |
zuo qu : Gay Blades | |
I' ve got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
And i' ve got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time | |
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size | |
Well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes | |
We could pan handle on the side of the street | |
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat | |
I could sell your body and you could sell mine | |
If only we could find somebody to buy, it' s over. | |
Well we could find God and join a seminary | |
If i was Father Clark then I' d be Father Puppy | |
After all God pays pretty well, | |
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell | |
We could get a job making 5. 25 or | |
5. 15 depending on which side of the | |
Stateline, on which we reside | |
I' ve got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
I was drunk in the moment you left me | |
And i' m surely still falling down stairs | |
She says baby don' t bother i' ve fallen for another | |
And i ain' t getting up again | |
Well i' ve found myself back where i started | |
And i' ve found myself one more good line | |
She says baby don' t bother you ain' t never been a father | |
Of an idea worth calling " alright" | |
Ooh la la | |
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge | |
They were a band once but we all soon forgot | |
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists | |
They' ve got no ing money, cause they would not write the hits |
zuò qǔ : Gay Blades | |
I' ve got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
And i' ve got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time | |
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size | |
Well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes | |
We could pan handle on the side of the street | |
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat | |
I could sell your body and you could sell mine | |
If only we could find somebody to buy, it' s over. | |
Well we could find God and join a seminary | |
If i was Father Clark then I' d be Father Puppy | |
After all God pays pretty well, | |
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell | |
We could get a job making 5. 25 or | |
5. 15 depending on which side of the | |
Stateline, on which we reside | |
I' ve got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive | |
I was drunk in the moment you left me | |
And i' m surely still falling down stairs | |
She says baby don' t bother i' ve fallen for another | |
And i ain' t getting up again | |
Well i' ve found myself back where i started | |
And i' ve found myself one more good line | |
She says baby don' t bother you ain' t never been a father | |
Of an idea worth calling " alright" | |
Ooh la la | |
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge | |
They were a band once but we all soon forgot | |
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists | |
They' ve got no ing money, cause they would not write the hits |