Letras
The sun shines on San Francisco
Like a light at the dentist office
Glaring into your open mouth
And then the drill powers on
You're staring down the barrel of Harry's gun
And he asks you, "Do you feel lucky, punk?"
Come on and do what you want
If it makes you feel good, how good if you're wrong?
Come on and do what you want to
I threw my cares off a cliff
I didn't care who I hit
The toilet shouted in French
But it's all free to me
Invoice received, checks are cut
Case closed, open and shut
And if you need me
I'm watching TV in the oven with a gun to the back of my head, fuck
You're staring down the barrel of a bastard's gun
And he asks you, "Do you feel lucky, punk?"
Come on and do what you want
If it makes you feel good, how good if you're wrong?
Come on and do what you want to
I threw my cares off a cliff
I didn't care who it hit
The toilet shouted in French
But it's all free to me