Benjy Ferree

Blown out (Gold Doubloons and PCs of 8)
Come on come on where did she goShe was just here I need to knowShe's the glue that holds me togetherShe is my pirate treasureAre you my mother yes indeedOne who makes me take off my hat in churchThe preacher said someone please silence the little bittie babyIf I could keep up with appearancesRunning all over the silver screenBut I was blown out at a ripe old ageWhen I turned 17I love you baby in the mornSince before the day you was bornNow I need you that I'm hopelessThe hole I'm in is bottomlessYou fill my Tank up with oilSoothing all my blistering boilsWhile people arrive in warshipsTo their place of worshipEver since The 1950sThings haven't been the same to meYou're born with your own skin toneBut you can't change your name no moreIce cubes spinning in a glassDoors are slamming and closingA loud man is imposingLetras de cancionesMy flesh is decomposingDo you even know my nameDo you even know my secretI sold out my big brother for youYou are perfect wearing blueIf I could go back to the pastI fear I'm running out of timeWould I be crossing the lineIf I planned ahead and made you mineIf I could keep up with appearancesRunning all over the silver screenBut I was blown out at a ripe old ageWhen I turned 17Gold doubloons and pieces of 8She is my pirate treasure From Letras Mania