Same Days Songtext

von J Roddy Walston and the Business

Boy handler now you're on my mind.
Your night gender is changing all the time.
The Oil war is down on faggot street.
Tighten up your jeans, let them know, drag your feet.

Same days, same days forever.
Same days, same days forever.

Satin jackets pressed against my skin.
The young neckers are loading up their friends.
Where's my mother? She can't see me here.
With tear drinkers and the holy spirit near.

Same days same days forever.
Same days same days forever.

Gentle licks weigh heavy on my heart.
We're gentlemen, we're men who are hard.
True love waits, but that don't make it real.
Real love takes and cops that feel.
Secret hands with money in their folds, swaddled up with heritage untold.
True love waits, but that don't make it real.
Real love takes and cops that feel.

Same days same days forever.
Same days same days forever