Young Fathers - John Doe lyrics

In here you will find Your two degrees of freedom I say your name before I fly Let you know I'm leaving Touch the new world See the breadline Take it in take it in go Thirty years and now he's flat lined Say it ain't say it ain't so Make the moula Woo di hoorah Rake it in rake it in more Hang the hangman Bang the g**n Call me John Doe Let the good times roll Call me John Doe Let the good times roll I got my morals Beg or borrow See these hands are empty Hold the night-time Wrong is right aye All the fake is true Street is church babe Give me first aid Gimme gimme gimme more Which is worst babe A kiss or curse me Take me Take me Take me Take me home Your gonna find me dining with d**h I'm gonna tell you how this ends Call me John Doe let the good times roll Call me John Doe let the good times roll Liquidate the dreams so they can find somebody else Exasperate the means Its all about wealth Choose to represent me like a dick caught in zipper Ally I be on my own marching through the Champs-Élysées I'm easy Laissez les bon temps rouler [x14]