All the Good Ones Are Gone Lyrics

NICKELBAG

Hey, Mr. Nickelbag of pleasure will you buy me some? Please? Like the Weeping Willow Widow from the sliding show Jeeves, pull my limo to the front of the old restaurant Please, make sure the bluelight bargain is what I got

Wait, I lost my pocket-book of pleasure - where's the lost and found? Up, upon the lost and lazy limits of this ghostless town Cracked - or maybe milking all the marrow from your momma's bones Crazed - or disillusioned from the drenches of the screams and moans

Soul mate, not late, try to appreciate the lecture at hand Or shall we drink and drive - maybe stay alive- strive for the Promised Land - the Promised Land! Take care, cause life isn't fair. Respect authority or flush them down the drain. You've got to obtain - you lose, then you gain. Well, dry your weeping eyes until you cry to your mom

I didn't mean to make you so mad at me.