You Have It All - Malcolm Holcombe

I ain’t got what i want it’s never enough

But i got what i need you dont have to call

I ain’t got what i want you have it all

Now ain’t ya glad to see me and tell me a tale

'bout somebody’s deal on a free ride to hell

I see them new clothes rags under your eyes

You been twistin' your mind for a taste of desire

There’s a taste in my mouth bitter as gold

I can’t swallow the blues and keep my eyes closed

Well the cat ate the bird he’s grinnin' for sure

Buzzards flyin' low bringin' a cure