Lost souls, you and I, my dear

Whiskey bottle and a .45, my dear

We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane, my dear

Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear

And someone's whispering into my ear

Asking softly, "What do you fear today?"



'Cause in faithless times

I know your hate

I seen your crimes

I felt your cruelty

In the bubble gum years

In the bubble gum years



Wastin' time, lost my money

Found someone who'll call me honey

How we go was never clear

Go look for something much less sincere

My dear



Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear

And someone's whispering into my ear

Asking softly, "What do you fear today?"



'Cause in faithless times

I know your hate

I felt your crimes

I felt your cruelty

In the bubble gum years

In the bubble gum years

In the bubble gum years