With your sunspot stopwatch renegade savior stances
You say to take your chances
Or else you break your branches as you climb to that top shelf
Tuna melt buckle up your seat belt, Rickie Lee Jones
And everything that you think you own
Is fool's gold and ancient fossil stones
You got more than you need, but you need a lot more than some do
Look at your cigarette burn through
The things that you can't undo if you try
Well, that's tough luck King Tut
Daffy Duck never got old, babe
They'll bury you with gold, yeah
Is that enough to hold you for today?
I got to hand it to you
Why do you do what you do?
It's times like this
I'm glad that I ain't you
You think you got the devil on retreat, but
He's back up on his feet, and he's looking for you
With your monkey wrench, you dig a trench
Don't you see the lights?
They're shining
Shut up and quit your whining
Four star restaurants; dining in the shade
Then your mini skirt'll hit the dirt
And, baby, you'll be crying and bleedin'
You'll bite the hand that's feeding
And then you're back there, pleading for your soul
I got to hand it to you
Why do you do what you do?
It's times like this
I'm glad that I ain't you
You think you got the devil on retreat, but
He's back up on his feet, and he's looking for you
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You say to take your chances
Or else you break your branches as you climb to that top shelf
Tuna melt buckle up your seat belt, Rickie Lee Jones
And everything that you think you own
Is fool's gold and ancient fossil stones
You got more than you need, but you need a lot more than some do
Look at your cigarette burn through
The things that you can't undo if you try
Well, that's tough luck King Tut
Daffy Duck never got old, babe
They'll bury you with gold, yeah
Is that enough to hold you for today?
I got to hand it to you
Why do you do what you do?
It's times like this
I'm glad that I ain't you
You think you got the devil on retreat, but
He's back up on his feet, and he's looking for you
With your monkey wrench, you dig a trench
Don't you see the lights?
They're shining
Shut up and quit your whining
Four star restaurants; dining in the shade
Then your mini skirt'll hit the dirt
And, baby, you'll be crying and bleedin'
You'll bite the hand that's feeding
And then you're back there, pleading for your soul
I got to hand it to you
Why do you do what you do?
It's times like this
I'm glad that I ain't you
You think you got the devil on retreat, but
He's back up on his feet, and he's looking for you
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