Lost souls, you and I, my dear
We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane, my dear
Whiskey bottle and a .45, my dear
Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear And someone's whispering into my ear
Asking softly, "What do you fear today?"
'Cause in faithless times
I know your hate
In the bubble gum years
I seen your crimes
I felt your cruelty
In the bubble gum years
Found someone who'll call me honey Wastin' time, lost my money
How we go was never clear My dear
Go look for something much less sincere
Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear And someone's whispering into my ear
Asking softly, "What do you fear today?"
'Cause in faithless times
I know your hate
In the bubble gum years
I felt your cruelty
I felt your crimes
In the bubble gum years
In the bubble gum years.
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