Sometimes I think of all the places where I dont wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I dont wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I dont wanna meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully baby you're trapped behind your golden bars
Im the prince of poverty hangin out in bars
Your lifes a Mercedes a mansion with a pool
My lifes on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comYou disgust me I see through your macho lies
Ill fight everything you stand for
Theres something in your purse baby my head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn