Story Behind the Song
A song that's not about a girl?!
Lyrics
Eightball - Lyrics by Ricky Franco
Every night it pleads for you to heed it's deafening call.
You try to resist but somehow you will always seem to fall.
Congested, rusty pipes that drip red liquid on your clothes.
Another captured soul: a victim to the brain inside your nose.
-Chorus-
Every night it's the same old situation that you hate to admit holds you down.
Every night it's the same old routine, you call the man, and in the eightball firmly place your...
Self debauchery. It's got to stop, you're late for work again.
Your bank account is tapped, so you just borrow from onother friend.
Sometimes we think we know, 'cause we can see right through your lies.
Another captured soul. A victim to the brain inside your nose.
-Chorus-
Every night it's the same old situation that you hate to admit holds you down.
Every night it's the same old routine, you call the man, and in the eightball firmly place your TRUST!
Well you're feeling weak when you make the call.
You can't sit still so you pace the halls.
Just blow another hundred bucks,
and now you're down and out on life's hard luck.
Every night it pleads
for you to heed it's deafening call.
You try to resist
but somehow you will always seem to fall.
Congested, rusty pipes
that drip red liquid on your clothes.
Another captured soul: a victim to the brain inside your nose.
-Chorus-
Every night it's the same old situation that you hate to admit holds you down.
Every night it's the same old routine, you call the man and...
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