Elton John "Social Disease" |
My bulldog is barking in the backyard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing Disturbance going to crucify my days And the days, they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For I just get ugly and older I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I'm a genuine example of a social disease Oh, my landlady lives in a caravan Well, that is when she isn't in my arms And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness But my liquor also helps to grease her palms Oh, and the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well, I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a pot of gold I'm a genuine example of a social disease I'm a genuine example of a social disease Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |