Lucy's lipstick is still on my collar
She said she'd ring, but I think I should call her
Is it depression, or is it nostalgia?
Treat all your sickness with greed and analgia
Lucy left me, and my eyes were running
Oh please believe me, that girl she is cunning
So many critics, but how do the fools see
A dumbfounded drunk, but what is it to me?
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
Seek out your vengeance, and fall to the wayside
Take out the bottle and go for a day ride
Is it addiction, or mental confusion?
To tame my mind, it's just an illusion
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
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Lucy's lipstick is still on my collar
She said she'd ring, but I think I should call her
Is it depression, or is it nostalgia?
Treat all your sickness with greed and analgia
Lucy left me, and my eyes were running
Oh please believe me, that girl she is cunning
So many critics, but how do the fools see
A dumbfounded drunk, but what is it to me?
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
Seek out your vengeance, and fall to the wayside
Take out the bottle and go for a day ride
Is it addiction, or mental confusion?
To tame my mind, it's just an illusion
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
She said she'd ring, but I think I should call her
Is it depression, or is it nostalgia?
Treat all your sickness with greed and analgia
Lucy left me, and my eyes were running
Oh please believe me, that girl she is cunning
So many critics, but how do the fools see
A dumbfounded drunk, but what is it to me?
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
Seek out your vengeance, and fall to the wayside
Take out the bottle and go for a day ride
Is it addiction, or mental confusion?
To tame my mind, it's just an illusion
But if I f*ck up the lottery
With all the skunk to my head
You can go clog up an artery
With all your I scream in beds
Writer: Jonathan Cain
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid