Lletres: Frenzal Rhomb. Sans Souci. Looking Good.

You took your 57 Holden right across the nation
Shooting up public schools and service stations
Never been arrested and you never thought you would

Told the officer, "Sorry to keep you waiting
Takes a lot of time to do the work of Satan
Now you're looking at 20 years and you're looking good"

Passed out in the pub like a common asshole
20 dollar bill sticking out of your nostril
Called the paramedics but they could not kick start
Your heart

And now you're blue, as blue as a boy could be
And the prognosis isn't good
Now you're looking at an early grave and you're looking good

(You're looking good)
Well, your hands are dirty but your shirt is clean
(You're looking good)
You'll make the best looking corpse the world has ever seen
Now you're looking at an early grave and you're looking good

Brought up by your daddy to respect religion
What the father did in boarding school just wasn't Christian
Your silence paid for your college tuition fees

The memories were so blue, as blue as a boy could be
Your children never understood
Now you're looking at 20 years and you're looking good

(You're looking good)
Well, your hands are dirty but your shirt is clean
(You're looking good)
You're on the front of every newspaper and magazine
The lawyer told the jury you were just misunderstood

(You're looking good)
Well, your mind is dirty but your pants are clean
(You're looking good)
Every where you go you've always gotta make a scene
Now you're looking at 20 years and you're looking good
Oh no, now you're looking at 20 years and you're looking good