Letra de Festival Song

Ahhhh ohhh I believe we have to live to die just to give I wanted you to say you play with me Now for you to touch me To reach out and cut me Just like my mother said you'd stand in my way Don't know it's not allowed to be a party You got a hole lot of good money, to live it. You got a hole lot of good money, for nothing. Here's coming down a cannonball, Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed And here's a look back to Babylon What you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of you And you'r standing in the doorway Draggin your dick back to some place to lay Yeah you'r standing in the doorway Don't care what she's saying. Don't know it's not allowed to be a party You got a hole lot of good money, to live it. My god you trade money for your honey