Songtext von Boilermaker

I was looking for some kind of savior Someone still counting on my worst behavior Knew there would be trouble With devil eyes and magic hands I'm all mixed up Head like a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got the odds looking in my favor Staring the bottom of a boilermaker So keep your feet on the ground And listen to the sound of a real money-maker Something's twisted up right inside me I let you use it up, so when you do leave Take me to the edge and let me show you what was on my mind Don't put all your money on me, 'cause you and me are two of a kind Going in blind I'm all mixed up Head like a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got the odds looking in my favor Staring the bottom of a boilermaker I'm all mixed up Like a boilermaker I'm all mixed up Head like a cocktail shaker Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker I'm all mixed up Head like a cocktail shaker Living in a house like an old bodega Got the odds looking in my favor Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker