The Kissaway

When we came inside You asked me if I'm well Living like this It gets you through the night Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again It gets you through the night That at least tells the rest of the drawing, king It gets you through the night Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again It gets you through the night As we're doting along Come out to the west backside of my eye(s) True that's true that's true You're selling what you own Selling yourself short of the life that's teeming in the dirt