Cocaine - The Cruel Sea

Hey jim

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork

That’s the way you spell new york… right on

No matter what i feed my guests

They always like my kitchen the best

Cause i got a whole lotta

Cocaine running around in my brain

Man o man o man i gotta be on the run

Cause i gotta meet that setting sun

I gotta whole lotta

Cocaine running around in my brain