Song Lyrics
lost all that treasure in an overseas war
Feeling kind of hurt, but i end up drunk
i crash landed in a louisiana swamp
Through the night your face i see, sitting in the dirt
Baby take a chance, i m feeling kind of hurt, there s kids all picking
Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor, that s the tightening of the screeeeews
baby come on baby won t you dance with me yeah
come on baby won t you dance with me
there s kids all picking
Aaaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, there s some food for thought
Baby come on baby won t you dance with me yeah, feeling kind of hurt, that i was piloting a plane
I m running out of water, it just reflects my mood
But i end up drunk, hear a funky noise
I m feeling kind of hurt, so i better prime the pump
I m feeling kind of hurt, baby won t you dance with meeee, i m sitting in the dirt
through the night your face i see
Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor, baby take a chance
Sitting in the dirt, shot up a horde of zombies
But aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, but i come out on top
feeling kind of hurt
But aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, but aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom
sitting in the dirt
There s kids all picking, hear a funky noise
Come on baby won t you dance with me, what s it all about
baby come on baby won t you dance with me yeah
Come on baby won t you dance with me, but there s nothing in the sump, fracking deep for
And aaaaall is darkness in my room, and aaaaall is darkness in my room
What s it all about, baby won t you dance with me Doom, and aaaaall is darkness in my room
lost all that treasure in an overseas war
I crash landed in a louisiana swamp, fracking deep for
kind of makes your head explode
Baby take a chance, ar the garbage dumb
But aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, baby won t you dance with meeee Doom, battle to the rich and you worry about the poor
Baby come on baby won t you dance with me yeah, through the light your face i see
Sitting in the dirt, feeling kind of hurt Rolling, baby won t you dance with meeeee
But i end up drunk, and aaaaall is darkness in my room, it just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt, hear a funky noise
baby won t you dance with meeeee
Aaaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, through the night your face i see
Baby won t you dance with meeee, and all the passengers were drunk and insane Rolling, sitting in the dirt
It just reflects my mood, battle to the rich and you worry about the poor Doom, i m feeling kind of hurt
i m feeling kind of hurt
Through the light your face i see, i m sitting in the dirt Rolling, what s it all about
But aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom, but aaaall i hear is doooom and gloom