I took a shining to you
I wasn't lying to you
What are you trying to do and who are you crying to?
You have some singing to do
Some singing for you food
I have something for you
Come into my room
Its back alley I know
But you're made of gold
Just too bright in daylight
Step into the dark to talk
Up against the wall
Empty out all of your contents, back end
Don't hold back friend, give me what you owe me then
Count to one hundred slowly
I put a shining on you
Poison pill in your food
Singing "la la la", what's that tune?
Bad timing for you
One, two, three, four strikes on you
You put your back on my knife
Made me ask "your money or your life?"
Up against the wall
Empty out all your contents
Don't hold back friend, give me what you owe me
Count to one hundred slowly

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Writer(s): Nicholas Shanahan Thorburn