Making our way out with the endorsement From ordinary people, from the god of leisure Facing the real cats, come down and see them It’s me in the corner wasting my money
We got it made for the city We got away with the killing
So maybe I want you Maybe I don’t care About anything less than gold and the blunt scare You have a successful one – life in the gutter with Bob and the others Life as a stone fox You come here to see me All literate and cheesy Come on and breathe me Come on and breathe me Lit all the cigarettes to burn away the feeling of nothing So please me, Nothing, So please me
We got it made for the city We got away with the killing
“One evening I seated beauty on my knees And I found her bitter And I cursed her I armed myself against justice I fled Oh witches Oh misery Oh hate To you has my treasure been entrusted.”
We got it made for the city We got away with the killing
