Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doughboy , by - Big Sexy Noise. Song from the album Big Sexy Noise, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 01.11.2009
Record label: Sartorial
Song language: English
Doughboy |
| Now you’re desperate on the telephone |
| Dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home |
| All alone you’re fucked up and sick |
| Spent the last few hours making love to sink |
| Same old story — trying to get kicks |
| A fistful of pills with a handful of drinks |
| Waste your life in those flea bag bars |
| Beat the drunk to the punch now brag about the scars |
| See that hottie with the wondrous thigs |
| Well it was just last night she gave you two black eyes |
| Now you’re desperate on the telephone |
| Your dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home |
| Why you call me when you can’t pay the rent |
| Ripped of in Three Card Monte by a homeless vet |
| You’ll do anything to scratch that itch |
| Playing Russian Roulette while you hustle for tricks |
| Last John slumped across the steering wheel |
| Left a bloody footprint from your Cuban heel |
| Now you’re desperate on the telephone |
| Your dealer don’t answer your friends aren’t home |
| Tried to warn you it would come to this |
| Down on your knees playing big Willie’s bitch |
| All alone now the orgy’s over |
| Sit alone in your cell it’s time to get sober |
| Tried to warn you it would come to this |
| All of your friends are so sick of your shit |