Good Times (A Rake's Progress)

He goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends
We're too old to be friends
There's a high roller getting sober sitting on the fence
He's lost you can see in some fine memory
Until you finally stipulate the revelry must end
And he goes: All the women in my life want to know me
Want to take me by the hand and show me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends
We're too clever to be caught
There's an orange princess telling me the things I should have bought
She's fine in her mind, she likes a sensible guy
Crawling down the window till your hand misses mine
And he goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends
Blind follow blind, Follow blind they go
Heart of gold
Searching for that easy route
Heart of gold
Blind follow blind, Follow blind they go
Heart of gold
Searching for that easy fix
He goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation
All the women in my life want to know me
Want to take me by the hand and show me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends