Letras
Stuck listening for amusement
To tall tales of perfect unions
Knocked out in the free round
The view sways into carpet
And gives way to blacking out
You ought to be here
You ought to be here
You ought to be here
You ought to be here, dear
With your nice cars and old man bars
Well, give me a break
Make him strong this time
All your bad plays and morning after days
Don't mean a thing to this hair of the dog crowd
Who say she needs it
Do you think she needs it?
The trouble with you is you just can't see the truth
We'll meet at your house, have it all out
Pull your clothes off, let's get this over with
Wash your mouth out
Swirl it around
Booth sitter, trash tipper
All your weak complaints, they're just one more day gone wrong
And you think she needs you
You think she needs you
You think she needs you
You think she needs you
Show it
Cold strutter, bad lover
Hot shit, sugar and liquor
It's the twelfth night of the twelfth of never