Freedy Johnston That's What You Get
Too bad about your place
Well that's how the cellophane curls
I will walk back tonight
Kick through the ashes of your guitar
In a long black coat, broken shoes
I was right there and you didn't know
Too bad about your place
Well that's what you get for being hungry
I will walk back tonight
With all my beautiful friends
Too bad you can't lay down
Well that's what you get for standing up
I will walk back tonight
Kick through the ashes of your guitar
In long black coat that looks like hell
With a ring I found by the biker bar
Where the smoke is trying to get away
I was right there and you didn't know
