M. Roadhouse / Last Night

歌詞

Off to the races, off on his own Off he shakes these infatuations Dreams of providing off his music Swears to death he'll chase them Hats off to the fact they've begun to chase him Often the truth seems more abrasive, he's begun to face it Oh no, oh no I face it Now it's true, it's true, it's true He's from the north, he's got no city He only knows the 512 They talk about him like he's next up They don't know the fucking dude Off they go, tires burning road All the words they spoke Watch them sweat and grow Allan's not a (?) (?) on the road, watch him go Watch him go He starts production on his Roadhouse film He's under budget, at a casting standstill He's got his beat-up Ford pickup Plans to shoot on film Presenting Mr. Roadhouse Ladies and gentleman, introducing Mr. Roadhouse Presenting Mr. Roadhouse "Sweetheart?" "Sweetheart, I'm home..." She can't do wrong by a friend They fight for attention And when it all falls apart She blames it on them and then they start again Pleased to pay no mind She gets the head all the time I give her cold shoulder, she always plays it cool She only talks back sometimes And my back stays turned to her I catch the girl slipping, yeah Looking at the boy But my back stays turned to her This girl only wants what she can't have I am the world to her It's funny how I am the world to her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her It don't matter to her anyway Don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway Oh, don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her