Fake. Pray. Offend.
I ain’t no moon; I’m a bankrupt saloon,
bathing in booze like a mutinous platoon!
Hear the captain?! He croons.
Hear the guilt in his tune:
“What, oh, what did I do?
I thought that I couldn’t lose.”
I ain’t no moon; I’m a bankrupt saloon,
bathing in booze like a mutinous platoon!
Hear the captain?! He croons.
Hear the guilt in his tune:
“What, oh, what did I do?
I thought that I couldn’t lose.”
