A lost souls, you and I, my dear
Whiskey bottle and a 45, my dear
We´re on a roll, suitcase and celophane, my dear
Whiskey bottle and a 45 satisfies my dear
And someone´s whispering into my ear
Askin´ softly what do your fear today
´Cos In faithless times I know your hate, I seen your crime, I felt your cruelty
In the bubblegum years
In the bubblegum years
Been wasting time, I lost my money, found someone to call me honey
*How to grow old was never clear, gon´ look for something much less sincere, my dear
Whiskey bottle and a 45 satisfies my dear
And someones whispering into my ear
Askin´ softly what do your fear today
´Cos In faithless times I know your hate, I´ve felt your crimes, I´ve felt your cruelty
In the bubblegum years
In the bubblegum years