Forty Dollars - The Twilight Singers, Scott Ford

Sucker swallow every time

Airplane come erase your mind

Seems there’s been an accident

Telephone costs 50 cents

To find out the retail

Gory detail

Nothing here for me I get all of my kicks for free

Mangy dog without a collar

Buy me love for forty dollars

I got love for sale

Come on, get some before it gets stale again

I win the double for a lie

I get my money on the fly

We’re throwin' down

So come on by, i’ll be around

I’ve got 3, 6, 9,

'nother dollar makes a dime

Yeah all in double dutch again

Notify your next of kin

I say:

Mangy dog without a collar

Buy me love for forty dollars

I got love for sale

Come on, get some before it gets stale, now

Love don’t mean a thing

But 2 a.m. and a telephone ring

Love is all you need

And all you need is love

Love is all you need

And all you need is love

We go underground

'cause there’s emptiness above

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah,

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m just bein'

I’m just bein'

I’m just bein'

I’m just bein'

Honest, honest, honest

Honest, honest, honest.

..

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah