Shootin pool on another lonely night
Ain't no ladies, ain't none of my friends in sight
It's my break baby, and you know that broken is what I am
Say it's your turn pal, say, tell me your name again
Sunk the fourteen well baby, you know my soul is sinking too
I can't help wondering if it's all because of you
Eight ball, my shot -- right down the cue ball went
One more game pal, here's my last fifty cents
Had days like this before and from all I tell, they ain't never come to nothing good
Old Scratch come around givin me ideas on what I oughta do that nobody ever should
credits
from Here, We Rock,
released December 21, 2001
Jak Locke: all instruments / vocals
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