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Album: Broken Things
I got no use for what you say,
Ain't your straight man, no more today,
Take your promise out with the trash,
From now on, boy, we just take cash.
Well, the cows lay down when it's gonna rain,
You come around, it's a hurricane,
You say it's bad luck, baby, but I know it's cocaine, it's cocaine.
Blood is red and money is green,
Sugar's sweet and you are mean,
You were my angel at the start, but your strange lover took away your heart.
Well, the cows lay down when it's going to rain,
You come around, it's a hurricane,
You say it's bad luck, baby, but I know it's cocaine, it's cocaine.
What goes on in your head?
You keep this up, you'll be dead, (and you'll be dead)
Don't hit on me to put up your bail; you're better off right there in jail.
Well, the cows lay down when it's going to rain,
You come around, it's a hurricane,
You say it's bad luck, baby, but I know it's cocaine, it's cocaine.
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