The Scabs

The Scabs - credit cards lyrics

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early morning beeping sound
gulp down breakfast and I'm gone
though I'm workin' hard all day
I can't erase the pain

maybe I'm just greedy
maybe I'm just dumb
maybe I'm just asking
for things that can't be done

I ain't got no credit cards
that's why I, I'm eating out my heart

later in the afternoon
strollin' down the road
buicks cruisin' up and down
movin' smooth and slow

fancy cars, fancy bars
fancy limousines
all these people dine in places
I've never been
some jerks drive a chevy
with a blonde who can dismount
I break down in traffic
when there's no garage around

I ain't got no credit cards
that's why I, I'm eating out my heart

there's no justice anymore
let's sing this song for the poor
let's get this show on the road
'cause that'll be our only hold
what ya say now!

I ain't got no credit cards
that's why I, I'm eating out my heart




(c) Guy Swinnen - Robert Bergen - Willy Lambregts - Frank Saenen
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Author: Guy Swinnen, Robert Bergen, Willy Lambregt, Franky Saenen

Composer: ?

Publisher: Play It Again Sam Records

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

Appearing on: Skintight (1988)

Last updated by Anonymous at Saturday 22nd of September 2007 17:53

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