Look at You – Backyard Babies – letras

1,2,3,4Look at you man,look at the bandLook at the day,don’t throw it awayI need a pill and a coffe re-fillAnd everything is gonna be alrightI swearLook at your cat and your eighty square flatLook at your view over Stockholm’s ZooMaybe I’m wrong but maybe I’m right’Cause I guess I’m born black and whiteYou know you could be a rock n’ roll starNo matter who you areIt’s all the same ’cause you’re a real dead endThat’s what you areBelieve I’m gonna have myself a ballAnd I don’t care if you don’t likeHow I act when I’m on top of your wifeI’m going down,I’m running upI’m walking zig-zag and I’m tripping too muchSo hold your fire,I’m coming throughI’ve gotta kill another bottle of doomNow everybody wanna dance with youI cannot dance ’cause my boots are stuck with glueEverybody wanna talk too muchBut all I want is youLook at your amount on your credit card accountA billion dollar tour but I just go farHeads up,legs up,stay-ups,fuck-ups’Cause everything is gonna be alright,rightWell,I said,right,right,rightThat’s what you are[Guitar solo]That’s what you areBelieve I’m gonna have myself a bombAnd I don’t care if you don’t likeHow I act when I’m on top of your wifeI’m going down,I’m running upI’m walking zig-zag and I’m tripping too muchSo hold you fire,I’m coming throughI’ve gotta kill another bottle of doomI’m going down,I’m running upI’m walking zig-zag and I’m tripping too muchSo hold your fire,I’m coming throughI’ve gotta kill another bottle of doomNow everybody wanna dance with youI cannot dance ’cause my boots are stuck with glueEverybody wanna talk too muchBut all I want is youYeah,all I want is youSo why can’t I have you?

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