Текст песни Credit Cards - Falcon

Doing better last week
Could have been a big star
Throwing things into the street
Thrown out for the last time
Ask me and I′ll tell you why
Why you always criticize
Bad things that you say are mine
Are golden on the inside
You call
But you ain't got no telephone
You′re old
Can you tell me when you've had
Enough?
Hey there why you killing me
Feeling like an eyesore
All those possibilities
Are hanging on the last chord
You call
But you ain't got no telephone
You′re old
Living on them credit cards
You′re old
Can you tell me when you've had
Enough?
You′re old
Can you tell me when you've had
Enough?