Текст песни Common Cents - The Revivalists

This life's as crazy as it seems, son
Don't you ever think twice
Get a bullet in your back, boy
If a knife won't just suffice
You thought you had some common cents
Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke

Well now you off on the other side
Of the fence, you're all alone
Just hopin' and a prayin' you don't choke on a big dog bone
'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing
You either realize, or sing in vain
So I think I think I think
Well I think I choose the latter man

Oh yes you were an angel
And you held me through the fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Full of cocaine and desire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife

Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late
Oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But if I get us stuck in between
At least I'm here in home New Orleans, New Orleans
With the ghouls and the goblins
And them hooligans

Ya bro-o-o-oke
Ya bro-o-o-oke
Ya bro-o-o-oke
Ya bro-o-o-oke
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke)
Yeah

Oh yes you were an angel
I said yes you were an angel
Oh yes you were an angel
Said yes you were an angel, yeah

Yes you were an angel
And you held me through the fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Had to sit up and perspire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife

Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late
Oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But if I get us stuck in between, yeah
At least I'm here in home New Orleans, New Orleans
With the ghouls and the goblins
And them hooligans