Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I
Ain't nothing like it
When it's twisting and reeling
They'll
Well if I was a satellite
I'd watch you when you
Tod:
I'm a bad, bad boy
Everybody tells me so
I'm a
When the moon opens up her eye
And the sun
I'm a bad, bad boy
Everybody tells me so
I'm
Slung from the hoary heavens
With disbelief suspended
On a
On the corner of Bourbon & Division
Crawling down the
You never would believe
The things that I have seen
In your empty bed
You remember every word she said
When I was born, I shamed the Dawn, and saw
In the cold hard light of day
Do you like
Call me a cab and I'll tip the undertaker
That
(instrumental)
Maybe I could be a billionaire
If I wasn't always broke
And
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