Vārdi: Hollerado. Record In A Bag. Got To Lose.

Sunday morn has a-broken
Like a whip on my back
And we still have not spoken
Since the day that I left

You got to lose love if you want to find love

You got to lose, you got to lose
You got to lose, you got to lose

Train pulled into some kinda burned out town
I was aching like a half past dead
There was a man with a monocle eating pineapple outside
He offered me to trade his ride for head (what?)
How far a walk to town where a bar could be found?
I got just enough change for a drink
There was a rubbie with a bible and some bad news on the brink
He said, "It's not too far now I think"

We came down from the trees, singing
We came down from the trees

You got to lose love if you want to find love
(You got to lose, You got to lose)
You got to lose love if you want to find love
(You got to lose, You got to lose)

When darkness fell it held the rain like water in my shaking hand
With no one there to lead the walk

And so the night was getting dirty and I begged the lord for mercy
And He said, "Oh, so now you wanna talk?"
Found myself in a garden of Eden just as the sun began to rise
And we sipped red wine with our lips upon the vine
And our bodies got tangled in the night

We came down from the trees, singing
We came down from the trees

You got to lose love if you want to find love
(You got to lose, You got to lose)
You got to lose love if you want to find love
(You got to lose, You got to lose)

We came down from the trees, swinging from telephone lines
We came down from the trees, singing and telling lies

Like you got to lose love if you want to find love
You got to lose love if you want to find love
You got to lose love if you want to find love
You got to lose love if you want to find love

You got to lose, you got to lose
You got to lose, you got to lose
You got to lose, you got to lose
You got to lose, you got to lose