I like checking out and on my own Where I am prone to gamble on my phone So I have been all up and down this place My legs my back my hands and throat and face so long Inside a night you want me to inspire Til early dawn awake before I'm tired And this is my english face But only when it comes from jams And jams are taking on shiners From a fray in a trace To a cold steel trap All I really wanna know right know Is if Im yours When the life Ive founds been less than gold When i get old ill be comfortable But sick of words in the back of my head