Текст:
Lost souls, you and I
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
My dear
We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
Satisfies my dear
And someone's whispering, into my ear
Asking softly, what do you fear today God,
And faithless times, I know your hate
I've seen your crime, felt your cruelty
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
Wasting time, lost my money
Found somone, to call me honey
Heart roll was never clear
There must be something, much less sincere
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
Satisifies my dear
And someone's whispering, into my ear
Asking softly, what do you fear today God,
And faithless times, I know your hate
I've felt your crime, felt your cruelty
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
My dear
We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
Satisfies my dear
And someone's whispering, into my ear
Asking softly, what do you fear today God,
And faithless times, I know your hate
I've seen your crime, felt your cruelty
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
Wasting time, lost my money
Found somone, to call me honey
Heart roll was never clear
There must be something, much less sincere
My dear
Whisky bottle and a 45,
Satisifies my dear
And someone's whispering, into my ear
Asking softly, what do you fear today God,
And faithless times, I know your hate
I've felt your crime, felt your cruelty
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years
