Revivalists Oh No
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
If I wasn't a dead man walkin' the streets
You know I'd be happy
But you killed me with that
When you left me with debt
And all that you can say is, "Baby, I'm sorry"
Oh no
That ain't how it's supposed to go
That ain't how I need to know
That ain't how it's going down
Oh no
That ain't how it's supposed to go
That ain't how I need to know
That ain't how it's going down
And you can hitch your wagon to a star
And let the wheels spin round and round
And you can put them bullets in that gun
Let the shots ring out downtown
And you can beg your sister for a dime
But that money won't keep ya clean
And you can cover up them eyes
With liquor shots and Maybelline
Oh no
That ain't how it's supposed to go
That ain't how I need to know
That ain't how it's going down
Oh no
That ain't how it's supposed to go
That ain't how I need to know
That ain't how it's going down
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
No, no
That wide-eyed wonder can't help herself
