Festival Song

Ahhhh

ohhh I believe we have to live to die just to give

I wanted you to say you play with me

Now for you to touch me

To reach out and cut me

Just like my mother said you'd stand in my way

Don't know it's not allowed to be a party

You got a hole lot of good money, to live it.

You got a hole lot of good money, for nothing.

Here's coming down a cannonball,

Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed

And here's a look back to Babylon

What you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of you

And you'r standing in the doorway

Draggin your dick back to some place to lay

Yeah you'r standing in the doorway

Don't care what she's saying.

Don't know it's not allowed to be a party

You got a hole lot of good money, to live it.

My god you trade money for your honey