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You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm putting them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To give yourself a call, Let your bottom dollars fall Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas Like some seasick man You'll do whatever you please And I'll do whatever I can Titanic, fare thee well, My eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age Gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate Move on up the hill, SongtexteThere's nothing dead left to kill Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Odelay, odelay Just passing through Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Going back to Houston Do the hotdog dance Going back to Houston To get me some pants..... Aus Songtexte Mania