Paroles de Starve a Fever

Starve a fever Feed a Cold Can't forget the ills That I've been sold Can't forget the blues Those awful ways Slap me once slap me twice And send me on my ways Starve a fever Cool a chill O God I feel so ill Been there once Comin too soon Jump back step back And spit at the moon Bout 1 or 2 Took us for a trip No passport needed Just your nice fat lips Bout 1 or 2 Took us for a spin Time to get back in line And do it all again Starve a fever Feed a Cold Can't forget the ills That I've been sold Can't forget the blues Those awful ways Slap me once slap me twice And send me on my ways Send me on my ways Send me on my way Got to send me Got to send me Got to send me Gots to send me on my ways Got to send me Got to send me Got to send me Gots to send me on my ways