Hands In Ya Pockets

歌詞

Pictures on mantelpiece But memories have got no face Laxatives are commonplace Banana coated just for taste Vodka that's Rohypnol laced Older people are misplaced Bikram Yoga is the craze I tell u it's a passing phase Hands in your pockets Hide you plans scared they'll knock it Eyes at your feet, fixed on the street Time to throw in the towel Get out the quick sand Stick your hands in your pockets and hide your plans Breakfast in bed on a tray But hospital food sucks as always Drug dealing no longer pays Wholesale price has just been raised Poor but sexy a Berliner phrase But what else should the gay mayor say America's one big cliché Coz Hollywood wants it that way As the movie creaks along, I wish that they would say so long If I wasn't on this crappy plane I'd never ever watch this film's mundane Plot of useless silliness beyond the fringes of consciousness the pungent smell of airhostess oh if only I could smoke a J ... just one J. just one J.