LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDealer (Ft. Miles Kane)
Please don't try to find me through my dealerHe won't pick up his phonePlease don't try my father eitherHe ain't been home for yearsI know I'm no spirit seekerI can't sleep through the tearsI get lost in the etherI check it, I wreck it, I turn it aroundI gave you all my money, gave you all my moneyGave you all my money, gave you all my moneyI don't wanna liveI don't wanna give you nothing'Cause you never give me nothing backWhy can't you be good for something?Not one shirt off your backWhy can't you be good for something?Not one shirt off your backPlease don't try to find me through my dealerHe won't pick up his phonePlease don't try my doctor eitherHe won't take any callsHe's no fucking spirit healerHe just can't stop to talkBut he's gone now for the weekendI check it, I wreck it, and I'll explainI gave you all my money, gave you all my moneyGave you all my money, gave you all my moneyI don't wanna liveI don't wanna give you nothing'Cause you never give me nothing backWhy can't you be good for something?Not one shirt off your backWhy can't you be good for something?Not one shirt off your backPlease don't try to find me through my dealerNow you've got a busy toneHe won't pick up his phoneAll circuits are busy, goodbyeAll circuits are busy, you're highPlease don't try my father eitherAll circuits are busy, goodbyeAll circuits are busy, you're highHe ain't been home for years
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