Woorden: Bows. Cassidy. Cuban Welterweight Rumbles Hidden Hitmen.

Punch drunk
Bust mouth and fingers
I flattened an african
They said, "win and we'll whack you"
So i break out the back way
Head for the highway and home
Honey-like sunlight
I cant cry for laughing

Now i found you
Feels like
I'll go down
Chill out
Ill come quietly
Wont make
A sound

Sleeping beauties
Ready to shoot me
They got hands full of magnums
Such beautiful shooters
Orchids in their pockets
Teenage mcqueens
And love comes like thunder
Just one tongue in the mouth kiss to wake them
And maybe they'll say. "hey, baby you and me. Hey
Vegas how about all three?"