Songtext von TKO

Calling Mrs. America Have you heard She's out in California writing spoken word Moved in with her parents Gave the kid away She broke needle now she can't play Last year's girl Creepin down my world I don't know where the wind may blow You come so hard and you move so slow All your life's like a TKO Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink? Why don't you give it up for all I can think? Poetry or destiny on bar napkins? Writing Faded Flowers singing for my sins Back in New York City looking for some fun Had to ask the landlord if he'd show me the gun Brave new world seeking down my girl On the cross I don't know where the wind may blow You come so hard and your song's so slow Live your life like a TKO Why don't you give it up and buy me a drink? Why don't you live it up right here on the sink? Got a message on the radio Back in San Diego down to Mexico The life and times of twenty dollar bills On and on and down to kill I don't know if it's all for show You live so hard and you come so slow All your life's like a TKO I don't know baby I don't know Why don't you live it up and buy me a drink? Why don't you give it up right here on the sink? Why don't you give it up?