Lyrics Cocaine - The Cruel Sea

Hey jim
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That′s the way you spell new york... right on
No matter what i feed my guests
They always like my kitchen the best
Cause i got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
Man o man o man i gotta be on the run
Cause i gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain