Songtext von Tight Wad Hill

Cheapskate on the hill A thrill seeker making deals Sugar city urchin washing time Town of lunatics Begging for another fix Turning tricks for speedballs One more night Making your rounds once again Turning up emptyhanded Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn Tight wad hill Drugstore hooligan Another white trash mannequin On display to rot up on the hill Living out a lie But having the time of his life Hating every minute of his existence Making your rounds once again Turning up emptyhanded Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn Tight wad hill Making your rounds once again Turning up emptyhanded Bumming a ride Burning daylight Last up at dawn Tight wad hill