Оригинален текст
I wantha in the wrong way
What tomorrow if youe got today
And if you subscribe to my way
You erase all this anyway
Out in the mountains and granola
Ah, there a little man lease-to-own ya
Hold out your hands
Oh, such little hands
Well, lie to your man
Stay wise to the plan
So drivin?makes no sense
ause I don even have a license
We could walk and get as far
It just might take a little bit longer
And is your dealer on the corner
Just to give himself a
Hold out your hands
Stay wise to the plan
If whatha got is whatha need, hell
then I don wanna hear the rest
And if you ever had a thing to sell
Then you know whatha got
Why woulda care
If it everywhere
Don leave me here
I always alone
But how would you know
I fall down the s haft
Nothing to grab onto
Pull me up
Just like long ago
But how would you know
How would you know
So ya need me for the wrong things
Now youe got yourself a bird that sings
And ya left me for your owner
Out in the mountains and granola
Hold out your hands
Oh such little hands
If whatha got is whatha need, hell
Then I don wanna hear the rest
And if you ever had a thing to sell
Then get rid of the lie
If whatha got is whatha need, hell
Then I don wanna hear the rest
And everybody got a thing to sell
Don need whatha got