Lost souls, you and I, my dear   Whiskey bottle and a 45, my dear   We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane my dear   Whiskey bottle and a 45 satisfies, my dear   And someone's whispering, into my ear   Asking softly, what do you fear today God      In faithless times, I know your hate   I've seen your crime, felt your cruelty      In the bubble gum years   In the bubble gum years      You're wasting time, I lost my money   I found someone to call me honey, heart of gold was never clear   Go look for something much less sincere my dear   Whiskey bottle and a 45 satisfies my dear   And someone's whispering, into my ear   Asking softly, what do you fear today God      In faithless times, I know your hate   I've felt your crime, felt your cruelty      In the bubble gum years   In the bubble gum years   In the bubble gum years