Lyrics

Everything that stopped you from ever getting round Took you by surprise when you finally came to town Dirty hands with pokercards kept narrow to the chest Doesn't matter how good you are if you can't beat the best Happiness and paranoia always on your mind Kids that shoot up heroin, the purest they can find Bad decision Outta control Intuition I will never ever sell my soul Squeezed you like an orange 'till your brain turned into juice Them that got you thinking that you were born to lose That's right! Am I wrong? That's right! I can do it, do it all night long I'm a moonrocker Time to fly I'm a moonrocker Time to get high I'm a moonrocker Time to fly I'm a moonrocker Time to get high Time to get high I'm a moonrocker Time to fly I'm a moonrocker Time to get high I'm a moonrocker Time to fly I'm a moonrocker Time to get high Time to get high Hey man, show some dignity Try to forgive those that do not understand You're a Rolls Royse in a garbage can
Writer(s): Petter Baarli, Bjørn Müller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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