Lyrics

I think of all the things you are As you suck on the glowing end of a cigar I really mean to wish you well Down in the depths of your underworld hotel I trust you now, if you've got it all planned out Where did you go? Why don't we know? In your Underworld Hotel There's nothing left to sell That's worth what anyone would pay
Writer(s): Amos Pitsch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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