Lonely smell that fills the room
Roses in your low-rent tomb
A picture made of cheap perfume
Sad old rag, sad young hag
Clothes that hide the early sag
Sequins on a lame bag
The sparkles of a sad old rag.
Drink up and be happy
Live just for today
Drown in cheap tequila
And flush yourself away.
Worn out dream, washed up scheme
Blueprint for a death machine
Scarred wrists on a movie queen
A picture of a worn out dream.
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"Cheap Tequila" as written by Rick Derringer
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