Festival Song

Ahhhh
Ohhh I believe we have to live to die just to give
I wanted you to say you play with me
Now for you to touch me
To reach out and cut me
Just like my mother said you’d stand in my way
Don’t know it’s not allowed to be a party
You got a hole lot of good money, to live it
You got a hole lot of good money, for nothing
Here’s coming down a cannonball
Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed
And here’s a look back to Babylon
What you feeling now the kids gonna get the best of you
And you’r standing in the doorway
Draggin your dick back to some place to lay
Yeah you’r standing in the doorway
Don’t care what she’s saying
Don’t know it’s not allowed to be a party
You got a hole lot of good money, to live it
My god you trade money for your honey