歌词

White walls, white wine White folks all the time Life crawls inside Black hope, white crime Another day, another dime Another way to kill some time Jimmy the best was on his back To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks Fab-5 Freddy was holding the bomb Never can have too much fun Bow like this with all the big money Samo says, "Not tonight, honey" Jean Mitchell and Andy was right All you mothers were too uptight Pay for soup, build a fort Set it on fire Time to stop, the train of thought Taking you higher Forged a heart cold as stone Looks for vengeance, stares at the phone Spend your life in search for something Who painted God? All the time that you spent wasted is not enough (Who painted God?) Jimmy the best was on his back To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks Fab-5 Freddy was holding the bomb Never can have too much fun Bow like this with all the big money Samo says, "Not tonight, honey" Jean Mitchell and Andy was right All you mothers were too uptight Jimmy the best was on his back To the sucker punch of his childhood tracks Fab-5 Freddy was holding the bomb Never can have too much fun Bow like this with all the big money Samo says, "Not tonight, honey" Jean Mitchell and Andy was right All you mothers were too uptight
Writer(s): Donald George Johnson, Jeremy Edward Simon Kerr, Martin Richard Moscrop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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