Sitting in a mess still undressed As the kettle whistle blows Paper back Novelette still open And the door is closed
You got a real sick mind You write a column for the times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign
And when the night is over and the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over and the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold
Six pages down and she's lighting up Her train wreck Soul She was abandoned by her lover Left by the road So Apalling scrawling those bull shit words It's thirsty work She'll stumble down to the boozer Just to have a flirt
You got a real sick mind You write a column for the times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign
And when the night is over and the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over and the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold, you got no one to hold
You got a real sick mind You got a real sick mind
And when the night is over and the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over and the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got not one to hold
Compositores: Brandon Friesen (BMI), Christopher Seefried (Bull Frog) (BMI), Luke Pritchard (PRS)Editores: Hall Notes (BMI), Lazar and Urband Platinum Songs (BMI), Lazar and Urband Publishing (BMI), Princess Lola Two Music (BMI)Administração: Princess Lola Music LLCPublicado em 2018ECAD verificado obra #39115739 e fonograma #16331142 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM