Deadbeat
Slip through the empty park
Sun takes your cocaine spark
Fall out your back door
Twist rot your dirty floor
I know you
Dead beat ride on through
Twelve girls between the sheets
Oil leaks beyond the street
And things have never felt so done
I'm dying under your deadbeat sun
I lost my keys let's break in to the rain
Writer/s: Jennifer Grady Mackintosh, Kenneth William Mccorkell, Anne Marie Vassiliou, Mich Reanna Debiel Way
