Space Goat - Ocean Alley

They’ve been calling me the devil

They’ve been calling me words

I’ve been hanging with the rebels

And I’ve been playing out the curse

And now I’m pretty much dead

I’ve got the noose around my head

You’ve got that fuck it kind of attitude

There’s no one else that you can really trust

Cause all the fruit

Is rotting

And all the groove

Is to an end

Barrel of my gun is smoking

While you lay there on the floor

And all your lies have got you choking

Got people banging on my door

And now you’re pretty much dead

Gotta rest your weary head

You’ve got that fuck it kind of attitude

There’s no one out there you can really trust

Cause all the fruit

Is rotting

And all the groove

Is to an end

You better get yourself outta town

You better get your things and go

Before I get myself outta town

I’m gonna get my things and go

You better get yourself outta town

You better get your things and go

Before I get myself outta town

I’m gonna get my things and go

Cause all the fruit

Is rotting

And all the groove

Is to an end