Zevon Forever Songtext
von SpiritWorld

Indian summer, Lake Mojave
It′s hot for November but that's fine by me
Lately I been losing my mind
Ain′t had time to sleep it's just
Grind, grind, grind

I need some space
Some time to breathe
This motherfucking stress been getting to me
Poison my blood with a trunk full of drugs
Light up my soul with the Gods above


Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio
Tan lines, Modelo's, and some stepped on blow
Kick back
Take a drag
Good times like these don′t tend to last

Hard times and cheap boxed wine
Bloodshot eyes and a woman′s lies
I'm getting old and you′d think I'd know by now
Falling in love is just a waste of time

Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio
Tan lines, Modelo′s, and some stepped on blow
Kick back
Take a drag
Good times like these don't tend to last

Lawyers, guns, and money on the radio
Tan lines, Modelo′s, and some stepped on blow
Kick back
Take a drag
Good times like these don't tend to last