Shit Creek Songtext
von The Icicle Works

When times are good, when times are bad
Let my gust be my image hair
I can′t scroll down, I can't get straight Kind woman, please, don′t make me wait
Kind woman, please, don't make me wait

I'm all undone, I′m all uptight
Sweet Jesus, won′t you treat me right?
I wear my home, I eat my home
I'm dancing on my dying day
I′m dancing on my dying day, yeah