Nhạc sĩ: Phil Lynott
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
You
don't believe in love,
you don't believe in hatred
Put your money in the bank,
it's the only way to say that you won't
You try to make a buck,
but you haven't made a penny
You need a little luck,
but you know you won't get any,
you won't
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out
You don't believe in God,
you don't believe in glory Got a brother in the clinic,
tell
the same kind of story he won't
If
he had another life, you know what would
be waiting If you had another soul,
you could tell it
all to Satan, you won't
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out
Stick em up!
You don't believe in love,
you don't believe in Jesus Got a sister in New York,
you know how she pleases
Walking the streets,
on the sides of the city,
trying to make ends meet Isn't that a thing that she won't?
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out
Come on out, out, out