Текст и слова песни Rustic Overtones – Feast or Famine
Juke blastin faster slow it down
If I huff and I puff I can blow it down
In every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance but I missed though
Can I write the hits though?
The kind they play on the radio stations
Patience is a virtue if the agents haven't
Heard you, preferred you
They'll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won't be dicked around, no.
Drinking water while they're sipping wine
In their condo or mansion
I'm off on a tangent again
Before I make my way to the end,
The sentence must mend or be bandaged
A slight disadvantage
I know we sound full but we're famished
We get feast, we get famine...all the time
They say it takes a song so I went along
Tripping and falling, bawling out my eyes
Wishing that I was recording
They say I'm gonna have to wait
Another week for the cake
I say oh my soul,
What is this rigamarole?
Always dealing sour cards so I fold
I don't wanna get rich before I'm old
I just wanna get my belly full
We get feast, we get famine...all the time
If I huff and I puff I can blow it down
In every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance but I missed though
Can I write the hits though?
The kind they play on the radio stations
Patience is a virtue if the agents haven't
Heard you, preferred you
They'll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won't be dicked around, no.
Drinking water while they're sipping wine
In their condo or mansion
I'm off on a tangent again
Before I make my way to the end,
The sentence must mend or be bandaged
A slight disadvantage
I know we sound full but we're famished
We get feast, we get famine...all the time
They say it takes a song so I went along
Tripping and falling, bawling out my eyes
Wishing that I was recording
They say I'm gonna have to wait
Another week for the cake
I say oh my soul,
What is this rigamarole?
Always dealing sour cards so I fold
I don't wanna get rich before I'm old
I just wanna get my belly full
We get feast, we get famine...all the time
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