Letra da Música Golden Ticket de The Manchester Orchestra

Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected

Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected

If you can�t hear me right now
I�ve got a formula vow
That swears I�ll do my best
to figure out this situation

First of all
I�ll explain why I cost all that water
and never fixed that leaking pipe
That floods us to the ceiling
An empty shot glass doesn�t lie
So I fulfilled my appetite
And crossed my fingers
That the good Lord would take care of you and I again

So now that I sound dead
I�ll try the road surrounded
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again
I promise this time really
I�m cleaning up sincerely
I�ll make sure that the devil never bothers you again

How I wish that you�d sold
me on all of those big goads
Like being a good father
not a careless liar
Am I really that old,
Ignorant or too slow
to realize I�ve lost my golden ticket back home