Yeah ten thousand dollars, go have some fun Put it all on at a hundred to one Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire, put it on the wire, baby Doo doo Doo doo, hang fire, hang fire put it on the wire Hang fire, hang fire, hang fire, hang fire
She went all the way All the way down She went all the way, all the wayShe showed me love a hundred ways How she pimped and how she paid All the daughters, all the sons All were welcome, all would comeWe went all the way All the way down We went all the way, all the wayI was King, Mr. Cool Just a snobby little fool (Like kids are now.) I dreamed of reaching greater heights I raved about it every night Talk is cheap
Lyrics from Star Star that might have got buried in the mix,
Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For givin' head to Steve McQueen Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair Fallin' through the silver screen Honey, I'm open to anythin' I don't know where to draw the line Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get John Wayne before he dies
Yeah I'm going down fifty-third street And they spit in my face I'm learning the ropes Yeah I'm learning a trade The East River truckers Are churning with trash I've got so much money That I spend so fast
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Now I'm all used up and I fee so turned-around I went to church on Sunday and she passed by And my love for her is taking such a long time to die God, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's almost like, almost like I don't exist I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound
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