Well it's friday night and I'm waiting
On your call girl,
Well it's four o'clock in the morning
And I'm knocking on
In a smoky room
Could have been a devil's tomb
90 miles
Like this....i've never seen a woman baby
That looks quite the
Stand and rise and before your eyes
The lions will appear
And
Instrumental
Well I'm sitting here this evening
I've got some old friends
We all carry the cross and speak what we're taught
Lies
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make
Living off the friends we made
Never ever getting paid
Kicking ass
A verdict heard by the jury's word...they're lying
I watch as
On a cold night in a hotel in new orleans
Came