The *** Don't Work

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down, my love

Like a cat in a bag

Waiting to drown

This time I'm coming down

And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side

Now the *** don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the *** don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak

Cause I passed down my old street

And if you want a show

Then just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the *** don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause, Baby, ooh, if heaven calls

I'm coming too

Just like you said

You leave my life

I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm coming down

Now the *** don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls

I'm coming too

Just like you said

You leave my life

I'm better off dead

And if you want a show

Then just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the *** don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again, ohhhh

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again, ohhhh

I'm never coming down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

No, no, no more, no...