How does it feel?
Yes they all want them out for
In the barrel of a gun
Of the limousine wheel
You're walking like you never seen the light
And I ask myself, why?
Now I'm jealous
It's all so rudimentary
One of those things that darling you must try
But then I stop to think
But tell me baby
For the boys in the band
I know you like the roll
So how can it mean a single thing
But tell me baby
I'm jealous of my own
For the boys in the band
For the boys in the band
But I've never seen you dance
All I've ever seen you do is run
You're walking like it every night
It's all so rudimentary
And I've never heard you sing
You're talking like your handy in a fight
But through these hearts I will roam, yea
They scream and they shout for
They scream and they shout for
They twist and they shout for
For the boys in the band
And they all get them out so
For the boys in the band
How does it feel?
And they all get them out for
For the boys in the band
For the boys in the band
You talk about it every night
They scream and they shout for
I've no homestead
But I've never seen those flowers
Of the limousine wheel
I know you like the roll
It's all so rudimentary
And they all get them out for
