Lyrics
friends, friends of my friends with head in their hands i bought i new gun for the monkey on my back a little rispect! ...
a little depressed!
no time for games and for success and nobody hail i'
m riding a whale and away like a train through a chemical rain i'
m learning to pray the redemptional way i want to be rich and famous!
you, imagining you gradation of blue i'
m changing your wins with a bundle of booze i'
ve rentede a room conceptional views i lay on the floor and i play my blues and i play my blues playing guitar like a star without time with a bottle of wine perfectible time respectable mind i'
m working to pass the final la la la la la la la la la la la la la riding on my past i'
m doing all my best but i could do it better...
yeah.
i could do it better searching for the rest at the time of the quest i wanna do it better ...
i'
m trying to make it better!
i'
m searching for the money cuase i wanna buy a new face i'
ve left a message on a videotape: "
i need money...
ain'
t got no money" but all my friends are without a coin la la la la la la la la la la la la la and tommy lee and pam and paris and nicole and jenny from the block.
all in the precence of the golden calf!