The 88 - French Kicks

Biding my time

88 style

Be sure that I’m

Head in my hands

Me and this man

Who coughed in his mess

And picked at his skin

With illicit pills

I wanted all that

I had feeling

What can we do the prince machine

Sipping my mug shot

It’s into your pocket

Why can’t we take that and phone up to me girl

I hate

The 88

I hate

The 88

Out in no time

Thats what they said

The central was down

Again and again

And such a day they

Had to ruin

I’ve been so loved in after you

I’ve had nothing

Since last evening

And if you know me I know you’ll let me go

I hate

The 88

I hate

The 88

I hate

The 88

I hate

The 88

I want to know when to follow