Follow me on Spotify if you want, thanks.
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5mkpepinG2G2HZUZ7cHGQX
Blood n' money oh he's using again
Trainspotting on the rails in a tin can
Doesn't matter at the end of the day
As long as he run away numb and empty
Hit the bottle like he hit in the ring
Hoping either woulda knocked him dead
But he's alive and well and trying again
With a sugar spoon and new syringe
Fuck if I know what he's thinking
Fuck if I know who's to blame
Fuck if I even have an opinion
It's not my battle to judge him at all
Cause that Cool Hand Luke
Gonna gamble, like a losing man
Straight out of the gutters of Orleans
Half witted and close to death
He spent the last bit of money on Cigarettes
Rundown and puckered up with both fists
Aimed at a street sign he mistook for a man
Who caught his shoulder as he pay
Fuck if I know what he's thinking
Fuck if I know who's to blame
Fuck if I even have an opinion
It's not my battle to judge him at all
Cause that Cool Hand Luke
Gonna gamble, like a losing man
