The 88 Lyrics

Biding my time
88 style
Be sure that I'm
head in my hands
Me and this man
Who coughed in his mess
And picked at his skin
with illicit pills

I wanted all that
I had feeling
What can we do the prince machine

Sipping my mug shot
It's into your pocket
Why can't we take that and phone up to me girl

I hate
the 88
I hate
the 88

Out in no time
Thats what they said
The central was down
Again and again
And such a day they
had to ruin
I've been so loved in after you

I've had nothing
since last evening
and if you know me I know you'll let me go

I hate
the 88
I hate
the 88
I hate
the 88
I hate
the 88

I want to know when to follow