Good Times (A Rake's Progress)

He goes: All the women in my life want to own me Want to rack up my bones and consume me I know the good times are killing me But I don't know how the conversation ends

We're too old to be friends There's a high roller getting sober sitting on the fence He's lost you can see in some fine memory Until you finally stipulate the revelry must end

And he goes: All the women in my life want to know me Want to take me by the hand and show me I know the good times are killing me But I don't know how the conversation ends

We're too clever to be caught There's an orange princess telling me the things I should have bought She's fine in her mind, she likes a sensible guy Crawling down the window till your hand misses mine

And he goes: All the women in my life want to own me Want to rack up my bones and consume me I know the good times are killing me But I don't know how the conversation ends

Blind follow blind, Follow blind they go Heart of gold Searching for that easy route Heart of gold Blind follow blind, Follow blind they go Heart of gold Searching for that easy fix

He goes: All the women in my life want to own me Want to rack up my bones and consume me I know the good times are killing me But I don't know how the conversation All the women in my life want to know me

Want to take me by the hand and show me I know the good times are killing me But I don't know how the conversation ends