I spent my life trouble
Between my heart and mind
And with a gentle way to justify my ways
And keep you satisfied
Now among complains and worries
There's one thing I'd like to say
Though in all your reasons there's an argument
To hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
My soul's already in hell
There's a black spot on my heel
I turned my back and wellÂ…
Two fingers on a line and closed a little eye
Bang band she's dead enough for
Bang band she's dead enough for
I spent my gains into many pains
That money just can't buy
Ant the jazzmen chords from the harbor scored
That nightmare for a while
And the clocks set up and then they rang and stopped
“My love, it's time to die”
But then I realized that for a honest guy
Imagination builds most perfect crimes
My soul's already in hell
There's a black spot on my heel
I turned my back and wellÂ…
Two fingers on a line and closed a little eye
Bang band she's dead enough for
Bang band she's dead enough for me