Everyone says connection is easy I look at my score, experience none Tossed a coin when I was seventeen I got the ice, you got the cream All that you do is stranger than fiction All that you see defies all description And you worry about your lack of existence Then by all means go crazy Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys One of the boys told me what was Going on last night One of the boys said if I tried it Everything would be alright, alright, alright I talked to Doctor Scromaxy, mail order Messiah His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean A mass consultation, a blind congregation His chapter, his verse, and his profit obscene Correspondence, the back of a sin rag If this is deliverance, life is a drag Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy You got it right, go crazy Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys One of the boys told me what was Going on last night One of the boys said if I tried it Everything would be alright Or maybe you'll go crazy, you'll go crazy Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys It's makin' a lot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Eh hey, alright, alright © NAZSONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com