Ruff Stuff Songtext
von Gomez

Bust up, no trust, gettin′ along
Best get clean, get on
She's gone, I′m gone, ruff stuff, something's wrong
Best get clean, get on

I'm spending all her money on the best that I can buy

So I′m locked up, trussed up, shackles on
Best get clean for her
A jittery soup stuffed turkey cold cop
Best get clean for her

I′m hot and feeling funny, I'm sweating to get dry


Darling, come back
I′ve given up fags and drugs now baby
Darling, come back
I've had enough of the ruff stuff baby
Darling, come back
Been hanging around in smack bogs baby
Darling, come back
I′ve given up fags and drugs now baby

Leave ya, fever, breather
Get off, get off, get on
Feeling weak, down beat, two weeks of
"Turin Mead" hell for her

I'm sick with paranoia, it′s the most that i can do

Hot meal, warm bath, on my feet
Got it beat for you
Take a look, early nights, good books
Cook and clean for you

So go and call your mother, yeah cause she's been using too

Darling...