Lletres:
Soul Coughing

Blue eyed devil Blue eyed devil Born to be a God among salesmen Working the skinny tie Slugging down fruit juice Extra tall extra wide Blue eyed devil

As for my single self, I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on

When all the limbs are numb and clean And you're in transit, dream to dream I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones When all the world has lain and sank

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the

I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, now I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, now I've gotta get a new balm I've gotta

Normalize the signal when you're banging on freon Paleolithic eon Put the fake goatee on And it booms as cool as Sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he

Move aside and let the man go through Let the man go through Move aside and let the man go through Let the man go through Move aside and let the man

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Well I could be condemned to Hell for

Mid level manager says he heard about some Mulatto girl Shot him in the mouth and left him in a hotel near the mid south offices He worked in distribution