Makin` A Mess — текст песни (Skid Row)

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)
(3:38)

T-bone Billy just a singin` the blues
Caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin`
With the back of his hand

She started shakin`, started losing her mind
But he was kicking back and playing it cool
Signed her walkin` papers took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out I`ll send it C.O.D.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me

Now Billy boy`s out havin` a ball playin` fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades, cool kicks, he`s Hollywood Blvd.
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin`: Sign upon the dotted line!
He shook his head and said: All I need is that fiddle of mine!

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Take your big time, I`ll take care of me

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me

When trouble come knockin`
Billy keeps a rockin` like this

(Solo)

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out I`ll send it C.O.D.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six - (lick it!)
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me