Songtext von Fillmore Jive

Hey lady, what do you need? Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it's made of gold (passed out) Passed out on your couch You left me there (thank you) Let me sleep it off I need to sleep it off I need to sleep why don't you let me I need to sleep why don't you I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep, why won't you let me I need to sleep I need to sleep I need to sleep Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? The jam kids on the vespas And glum looks on their faces The street is full of punks They got spikes See those rockers with their long curly locks Goodnight to the rock and roll era Cause they don't need you anymore Little girl, boy, girl, bo...................y Their composures are so distracted Jasper's skinny arms And the dance faction, a little too loose for me Every night it's straight and narrow Laws are broken, amusing era walls are broke in the music era Round and round and round and round she goes.... ... Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs Their throats are filled with