What about a little stay on Devil's Island?
Tempers began to fray; go put your head in the sand
You're always trying to escape with the loot
You filled a room with empty cases
If I wanted to shoot myself in the foot
I wouldn't do it any other way
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Have a leatherneck cocktail; rearrange yourself
You won't manage the pile of mail that slipped behind a shelf
I'm always trying to forgive you, pal
It's a shame to see how you've grown up
Once a friend, once a leading man
Now you do nothing but acting up
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Viola Kane - Three-Card Trick Lyrics
Viola Kane - Three-Card Trick Lyrics
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What about a little stay on Devil's Island?
Tempers began to fray; go put your head in the sand
You're always trying to escape with the loot
You filled a room with empty cases
If I wanted to shoot myself in the foot
I wouldn't do it any other way
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Have a leatherneck cocktail; rearrange yourself
You won't manage the pile of mail that slipped behind a shelf
I'm always trying to forgive you, pal
It's a shame to see how you've grown up
Once a friend, once a leading man
Now you do nothing but acting up
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Tempers began to fray; go put your head in the sand
You're always trying to escape with the loot
You filled a room with empty cases
If I wanted to shoot myself in the foot
I wouldn't do it any other way
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Have a leatherneck cocktail; rearrange yourself
You won't manage the pile of mail that slipped behind a shelf
I'm always trying to forgive you, pal
It's a shame to see how you've grown up
Once a friend, once a leading man
Now you do nothing but acting up
Wasting time is no crime to anybody's sight
You're living on lies in your prime
You made up good reasons to fight
But fight against what?
Writer: Robin Debargue
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid