One Out Of Thousand Lyrics - Singles - Timberwolf

Spinning around in a summers day 

Fled with the money that I robbed today 

I spend it as fast as it comes 

Whorehouse, Bitches, Bars and Junks 

They're mad at me and my attitude 

An alcoholic and his point of view 

Reform who do not conform 

And here I go again on my own 

I don't mind if you want stay 

23 hours we're locked away 

70 Bucks and we conversate 

But the sickness fund crossed out his Name 

Blame him for what he became 

And throw them all back into jail 

A therapist made him explain 

Encourage me to violate