Dave

Shaking on my life
Shaking on you
Shaking on the waiting line

Wasted on my face
Wasted like a mule
Wasted every night
In the house of a dying man
chase the rush to a trip to a promised land

Dave

Haze is on my face
Haze in front of you
Haze is a waiting game

Shackles on my hands
Shackles is on you
Shackles is what we wear

Dave

When you know that we're going down
With the boys for a chat way down town

Raise them high, raise them low,
Raise them glasses to the Dave show

Dave

Got busted on the pavement, by the pool, where I lie

Should have done a runner, done a number, a hide and pray
That the world would let you be,
In the house that sees no light of day

Dave

Your moma, your moma, she's bad news Dave



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Writer(s): James Joesph Mchugh
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