Frankie Boy - The Hawkins

Easy Frankie Boy, you’ll never get what you came for

Your buddy was leaving an hour ago

So believe me Frankie Boy

There was no monster like you were told

All the trial-and-errors were just for show

Now you’ve got to do this by your own, you know 'cause buddy he’s so long gone,

Frankie Boy

Or you could leave it Frankie Boy, it’s only the one thing that you where told

that you would gladly sell your own soul for

And believe me Frankie Boy

I’m really tired of your of your shit you know

You can not handle rejection though you’re 23 years old.

And you lazy ass,

you think that you know it all

You think you’re better than me?

I say no, Frankie Boy

I’m sorry Frankie Boy

Just take a look at me Frankie Boy, I’m what they call dead, you know

I should be buried in the ground in a six feet deep hole but Frankie saved it

up when he drove to the door, screaming: «Put him on the cart, and let me go.»

So just fuck it Frankie Boy

We’ll do it by ourselves, you know

No, he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was in it for but you and I we can

steal the show so just put me on the cart and let’s go, Frankie Boy