Tekst piosenki
I was looking for some kind of saviour
Someone still counting on
My worst behaviour
Knew there would be trouble
With devil eyes and magic hands
I am all mixed up
Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking oon my favour
Staring at th ebottom of a boilermaker
So keep your feet on the ground
And listen to the sound
Of a real money maker






