Veda

You talk of the old days like how it could be
I never heard that well or right
to me it comes out like a song or voodoo spell
Veda, straight up
your commotion’s alright
we’re not like the old ones waiting on saviors
and you know that we prayed for this sinful life
somewhere, somehow, something got to me
now the nights are the best times
yeah the nights are the best times
Oh Veda, see out of my eyes
oh Veda
always on your back on a bed of your roses
Veda you’re alone
something’s off key
when you miss your wave every jerkoff and knave
falls under your spell
Veda you’re alright
awake and you’ll see
If you’re looking for a prize, look em in the eye
fuck em for a night, kiss em goodbye
Daddy’s special girl you never will be
and Jesus don’t care cuz he’s not really there
Oh Veda, see out of my eyes
oh Veda
always on your back on a bed of your roses
You keep you on your back in a bed of your roses
It’s coming your way, gonna butcher the old days