Gone Jackals (The)
Alone At Last
No time to spare
Knife the air
And kids beware
Fight off a fit
Loose my bit
And catch my wits
Alone at last
Refuge from the smoke and gin
Time to check what's left within
Finally, alone at last
Not built to bow
Serve no one
Live for now
Part with the past
Hoist a glass
Shake some ass
Live my days with the night hanging over my head
A drunk I'd tossed was a round tripper sporting lead
For all this trouble, you'd think I d be living large
Yet, there ain't no dough to fetch my bomb back from the garage
Alone at last
Just in time before I blow
Latch the door, ascend my throne
Finally, alone at last
From Letras Mania