Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Start in on your story and I'll go
Walking like you're stuck in velvet snow
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
Dancing like you'll never dance no more
Glowing 'cause you're sweating on the floor
And then you go and when you go
You get to going way too fast, and I'm so slow
Turn out the lights, she's coming to fight
and then she'll go
Death row smoking getting to your face
Death row smoking getting to your face
Showing off your something shaved and lacy,
Death row smoking getting to your face
Little Jo, she warned me not to call you
stoked that you were carrying some bad news
Leave it up to me and I'll just drown you,
out into the city where you came from
