Zpěvník s akordy

Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go Then I think of all the things I don't wanna do Think about the people I never wanna meet I close my eyes and I go to sleep Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars I'm the prince of poverty, I hang around in bars You're life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel Your obviousness disgust me, I see through your macho lies I'll fight everything you stand for There's something in your purse baby, my head's getting sore Maybe what we had was just green corn