Letra de Guns And Butter

It's guns and butter on Sunday And arguments on Monday We're broke and it's not payday It's the first so happy May day I'm too busy To worry about the world There's other boots under my bed I can't recall just what you said The excuse was so good and grand I even bought it and told my band I'm too busy To worry about the world I went back to unlock the door I didn't live there anymore We had to crawl in past the snake And pick up all of our mistakes I'm too busy To worry about the world Just too busy To worry about the world