The Scabs
The Scabs - credit cards songtekst
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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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Auteur: Guy Swinnen, Robert Bergen, Willy Lambregt, Franky Saenen
Componist: ?
Publisher: Play It Again Sam Records
Laatst bijgewerkt door Anonymous op Saturday 22nd of September 2007 17:53