With cops on your lips it's a holy routine If you'd stop all your trips you could see what I mean I not to slip 'bout under 18 You had it in your hands
it up to me It's a known disease Keep it in your Don't worry about the customs police, don't I'll tell you just how it can be, this lazy summer
But you got no relief from the pain your head And hollow and greased and it says that you're dead But you make fun and tease the things that you said They always stab your And I've been holding out for love ever since I had a heart