Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs - Burn Your Fun | Текст песни

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black cat on your doorstep
hoot owl callin your name
the hound dogs well they wont keep quite
and its bad luck the same
ring around that full moon
go on knock on wood
red sky in the mornin
and you know it dont look so good
ya better run better run better load your gun
reckon they ll be comin soon
better run better run better burn your fun
preacher man s comin for you
the church bells are ringing
ya gotta pay that toll
they dont care about your good good credit
they just want your soul
you better go on out the back door
you better travel light
yo ain t got much time for sleepin
cause they re hed in out tonight
better run better run better load gun
reckon they ll be comin soon
better run better run better burn your fun
preacher man s comin for you
right hand on the bible
left foot in the grave
both eyes on the money pot
cause you you got none today
beat not get too precious gonna burn down you re still
they aint shootin down your crooked dice
they only gonna aim to kill