LYRIC FOR SALE

By The_Wordman_Chronicles

Ink time

All we do we’re doing reckless
And everywhere we go, we create a big mess
So they call us the young and the stupid
But we get hit by the arrows of cupid

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Shirts down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

Getting wasted on the weekend
Don’t care about the rent
We don’t have a plan
But we can sleep in the van

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Pants down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

We have no use for sorrow
And we don’t like to think about tomorrow
We wanna party all night long
And sing along to every song

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Shirts down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

They call us drifters
But in fact we are shifters
We turn it all around
With the power of our sound

She got the needle in her hand and she screams:
Pants down! Ink time!
Yeah, for us there’s no taboo!
We’re getting’ a tattoo!

They think in our mind lives a child
Because we are always so wild
But it is just our style
To rock every day with a big smile