I know you don’t like me
You got me figured out
But a man with no enemies
Gets nothing done
You think you got me
You think you got me
I built up these city streets
Like only I know how
It’s just one big back door deal
Let me show you how
You think you got me
You think you got me
I need a place to rest my cigarette
I sell favors here so don’t forget
Nothing gets done unless you come to
See the man downtown – see the man downtown
You got me losing sleep
I’m hearing footsteps now
You’d like to watch me bleed
You’ll never get me out
You think you got me
You think you got me
I need a place to rest my cigarette
I sell favors here so don’t forget
Nothing gets done unless you come to
See the man downtown – see the man downtown
You think you got me
You think you got me
©Dean Petrella/The Complaints Dec 2004