i wish i could talk the same
and a song is just a game
i'm getting good at cheating
won't you teach me the same?
i love to show your hand and all about
i know it's wrong and so and so
i suppose it's got to go out
i never ever said it was clever
i just like getting leathered
i wish i could talk the same
and a song is just a game
i'm getting good at cheating
remember utah in the rain
and those little red shoes
and some kid with the blues
who gets right on your tits
you just grin and bear it
i know it's wrong and so and so and so
and so it's got to go out
i never ever said it was clever
i just like getting leathered
i'm looking for the light
he drops stones from heaven
the love behind your eyes
i never ever said it was clever
i just like getting leathered
he drops stones from heaven
and the love behind your eyes