They're lining up. To mad dog your tilta whirl. 3 shots for a dollar. Win a real live doll. All the lies that you tell. I believed them so well. Take them back.
I've grown up here now. All of my life. But I dreamed. Someday I'd go. Where blue eyed girls. And red guitars and. Naked rivers flow. . I'm not all I thought I'd be.
Well, they're lining up to mad-dog your Tilt-a-Whirl. Three shots for a dollar, win a real live doll. All the lies that you tell, I believed them so well.
Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain. With a little drop of poison in the red red blood. She need a way to turn around the bend. She said I want to walk away and start over again.