Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
High on fire
Dressed to kill
Immersed in the mire, developing gills
He drinks and smokes
Like an egg and yoke
Spent the money on the honey
And now it's gone
He put his money in a hit-man's
To get it done
As she crept into the bed, forbidden,
He saw her there
Two dogs lying dead, had it coming
If all is fair
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
High on sin
Dressed to kill
In the basement, he counts b***** bills
Into the streets, at night,
The fire spills
It all burns his name
From the Will
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody has somebody who's done them wrong
I know somebody who needs somebody long and gone
I know somebody who makes somebody long and gone
Jimmy Sturgis pushed his luck too far
He's at the bottom of the river
In the trunk of his car
Will he learn?
No he never will
He's 30 leagues under, developing gills
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
Blunt decision
No, it wasn't hard
Wrote his number on a business card that said, it read:
Everybody
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody has somebody who's done them wrong
I know somebody who makes somebody long and gone
I know somebody who needs somebody long and gone
The bed was soiled
Dark shades of red
Yet another man in her bed
He drinks and smokes
Like an egg and a yoke
"That b****** had it comin"
Yeah, that's no joke
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
High on sin
Developing gills
Immersed in the mire
Dressed to kill
Control his temper?
No, he never will
No, he's dressed to kill
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
High on fire
Dressed to kill
Immersed in the mire, developing gills
He drinks and smokes
Like an egg and yoke
Spent the money on the honey
And now it's gone
He put his money in a hit-man's
To get it done
As she crept into the bed, forbidden,
He saw her there
Two dogs lying dead, had it coming
If all is fair
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
High on sin
Dressed to kill
In the basement, he counts b***** bills
Into the streets, at night,
The fire spills
It all burns his name
From the Will
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody has somebody who's done them wrong
I know somebody who needs somebody long and gone
I know somebody who makes somebody long and gone
Jimmy Sturgis pushed his luck too far
He's at the bottom of the river
In the trunk of his car
Will he learn?
No he never will
He's 30 leagues under, developing gills
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
Blunt decision
No, it wasn't hard
Wrote his number on a business card that said, it read:
Everybody
Everybody needs somebody long and gone
Everybody has somebody who's done them wrong
I know somebody who makes somebody long and gone
I know somebody who needs somebody long and gone
The bed was soiled
Dark shades of red
Yet another man in her bed
He drinks and smokes
Like an egg and a yoke
"That b****** had it comin"
Yeah, that's no joke
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
But I feel OK, I feel alright
I feel OK, I feel alright
High on sin
Developing gills
Immersed in the mire
Dressed to kill
Control his temper?
No, he never will
No, he's dressed to kill
Everybody needs somebody long and gone