You've got yours, I got mine
Nothing feels like cheap red wine
You got burned, I got laid
Why don't you go away?
Nothing left to do, but smile, smile, smile
Loaded as I walk the crooked mile...
Loaded
Full tilt fuck up once again
You will never understand
I'm your monkey, throw me a dime
I'll pay you back some day
Chorus

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Writer(s): BERNARD MILLER