The Buttertones - Old Nick's Still Got It lyrics
[The Buttertones - Old Nick's Still Got It lyrics]
Heads in the sand dig for the sun
Kick for the shore old Nick's still got it
Temperatures rise hot heads collide
Brothers no more old Nick's still got it
Yes, he does
I was wondering alone in the desert at dusk
Kicking the bones of greats we used to trust
Yes, he does
It's rich in cliche, yes, I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I'm running into him
Awoke amid a foul hour
The old hag, she sit's at the foot of my bed
Cackling and licking her lips
I was wandering alone in the desert at dusk
Crushing the skulls old Nick's still got it
It's drenched in cliche, yes, I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I'm running into him
Kick for the shore old Nick's still got it
Temperatures rise hot heads collide
Brothers no more old Nick's still got it
Yes, he does
I was wondering alone in the desert at dusk
Kicking the bones of greats we used to trust
Yes, he does
It's rich in cliche, yes, I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I'm running into him
Awoke amid a foul hour
The old hag, she sit's at the foot of my bed
Cackling and licking her lips
I was wandering alone in the desert at dusk
Crushing the skulls old Nick's still got it
It's drenched in cliche, yes, I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I'm running into him