Ron Keel - Singers, Hookers & Thieves | Текст песни

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• Ron Keel
• Singers, Hookers & Thieves

I sold my soul to the music when I was thirteen

Dropped out of school and went chasin’ that rock & roll dream

Now I don’t regret all the choices I made as a kid

And I won’t say I’m sorry for living the life that I’ve lived



Singers sell songs – like hookers sell love on the run

Like thieves in the night – we take all you got then we’re gone

Ain’t exactly a Christian – but Lord there’s one thing I believe

There’s a barroom in hell for singers, hookers and thieves



Singers, hookers and thieves – we’re all one of a kind

Sellin’ or stealin’ – we’re all just tryin’ to get by

You use what you got – to get what you need

May the good lord have mercy – on singers, hookers and thieves



Singers will open their hearts for free drinks and tips

And hookers will share private parts with lies on their lips

We’ll always tell you just what you want to believe

Where would we be, without singers, hookers & thieves



Singers, hookers and thieves – we’re all one of a kind

Sellin’ or stealin’ – we’re all just tryin’ to get by

You use what you got – to get what you need

May the good lord have mercy – on singers, hookers and thieves

May the good lord have mercy – on singers, hookers and thieves



I sold my soul to the music when I was thirteen