(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don't wanna be your slave
Twenty four hours a day
Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket
Get something to eat, steal something of the shelves
Pass by the liquor store
Be back about quarter to twelve
Don't want to be your slave
Baby go, baby go, baby go
Do it yeahWe were doomed from the start, as lovers are.
Why am I doing this?
Digging my own grave.
Though it's shallow, I would lie in it.
We're down in the basement, in the dark, after we crash your car.
Hoping fast that my arrow hits the mark, so you know who we are.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
This a matter of life and death, but I deal with things like this everyday.
Please keep the reporters at bay.
You never do what I tell you to.
You never do what I say.
We've been hurting a long time.
Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars.
We got it.
You'd break it all apart.
We got it.
We can make it work like this...
Yes we are a bullet in the heart and the message sent.
Always dragging your feet over sand and over hot cement.
Make a list of your favorites.
Write it down. Make it legible.
A problem we're always facing.
We never rest.
You either push or pull.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is a matter of life and death and we're not prepared.
I just want you to know.
Please keep the crowd under control.
This is the weight of my conscience.
This is an all time low.
We've been hurting a long time.
Trying hard for this.
We all have sizeable scars.
We got it.
You'd break it all apart.
We got it.
We can make it work like this...
I see my baby.
She's starry eyed.
I feel my bones break all the time.
I see my baby.
She's starry eyed.
She follows.
Don't call me a god.