Lyrics:
Gomez Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline

I was always told that you had to have the balls to breakdown Now I'm older I'm not too sure I was once told that you had to have a high to lowdown An

One of these days, one of these days One of these fine old days, I'm gonna be free Keep on truckin' now, smilin', wavin' your hand Oh, goodbye She's

It's getting better all the time I used to get mad at my school The teachers who taught me weren't cool Holding me down Turning me round Filling me up

Hit on the back and that's just who I am I'm gonna be your man, I'm gonna be your man Hit on the head that made me what I said Can't they just free

Rosemary's the kind of girl Don't need no reason She's the kind that just won't settle Down Clothes are out of season She'll be done for treason She

..Love me Heaven knows, Lord, I've been crying Heaven knows, Lord, I've been looking for an answer To keep this heart of mine satisfied Oh yeah

We came, we came, we came again To stem the tide and point the blame Came back for more Came back to see what you had in store Everyone join the line

Wake up butterfly The sun's fallen down The clouds are rolling over And we still got many miles to go From winter days come starless nights The constellations