Dave The Slave

Rows and rows of girls
Piles of tangled curls
Sins you over-love
And the world
Daybreak heat begins
Belch the morning in
There’s a number in the shoe
Dave the Slave
And if you’re wondering
Who’s on the phone
Will be him
Never leaves me alone
Dave the Slave
(guitar solo)
Says look what can be found
When your eyes stick to the ground
Left my house with nothing
Now, I have thirty pounds
When you see an airplane
Iceing the sky
Don’t you wish
You made a good place to die
Dave the Slave
Dave the Slave