dog in an alley that nobody's feeding
I've been making deals with the devil
that I just don't believe in
something that I'm looking for
if you could be my friend
find ourselves a country house
and I could paint the fence
And you could scrub the floors,
Our own private world, oh yeah
Well it's another sad Saturday night
here at the social club meet
Well, there's Captain Wrong
and his cronies hangin' out by the door
And if Jesus Christ came to this place,
well, do you think he'd believe?
Ooh, but I could be alright,
and find ourselves a country house
and I could paint the fence
and you could scrub the floor
when we can live in our own
We need something with me
Something to watch these pills down
For some kind of laughter
For some kind of happily ever after
And find ourselves a country house
and I could paint the fence
And you could scrub the floor,
No, but I could be alright,
and find ourselves a country house
And I could paint the fence,
and you could scrub the floor
but we can live in our own private world
Our own private world, oh yeah
