Writes his check Pats him on the back And he's Bound just to drag that ball and chain Bound just to drag that ball and chain His mama don't cut this
Vertaling: Toring van Power. Bal en ketting.
in hell wearing grief in their lapel drop small change in wishing wells the haunted tear that never fell someone's dragging a ball and chain looking for
in the ceiling On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk Push a button, and my car is waiving bye
