Jeffrey 歌词

Born on a Sunday Feeling cold as ice Mother left rolling Jeffery's dice Father was a drunk Up until his death Jeffrey quit life Turned to Meth Jeffrey, where has all the good shit gone You listen to the tv for advice and always come out wrong Jeffrey, you need someone to hold If you want to survive this night that remains long First girl was a whore Found her with another man Dreamt of a perfect life But no one really can Second girl left you For some rocker in LA Third girl slept with you And died the next day Jeffrey, where has all the good shit gone You listen to the tv for advice and come out alone Jeffrey, you need someone to hold Someone to write and someone to phone Jeffrey, your life ends here Jeffrey, your life is dead Jeffrey, your life means shit Jeffrey, your life ends here