Old Nick's Still Got It Songtext
von The Buttertones

Heads in the sand
Dig for the sun
Kick for the shore
Old Nick′s still got it

Temperatures rise
Hot heads collide
Brothers no more
Old Nick's still got it

Yes he does

I was wandering alone
In the desert at dusk
Kicking the bones
Of greats we used to trust

Yes he does


It′s rich in cliche yes I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I keep running into him

Awoke amid a fowl hour
The old hag she sits
At the foot of my bed
Cackling and licking her lips

I was wandering alone in the desert at dusk
Crushing the skulls
Old Nick's still got it

It′s drenched in cliche yes I know
But someday you′ll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I'm running into him

It′s drenched in cliche yes I know
But someday you'll see things my way
Keep looking around for a friend
But somehow I′m running into him