The Icicle Works - Shit Creek текст песни

When times are good, when times are bad
Let my verse be my epitaph
I can't slow down, I can't get straight
Kind woman, please, don't make me wait
Kind woman, please, don't make me wait

I'm all undone, I'm all uptight
Sweet Jesus, won't you treat me right?
I wear my home, I eat my pay
I'm dancing on my dying day
I'm dancing on my dying day, yeah