Festival Song

Well I don't really have to live
To doubt is to give
I wanted you to say you'd play with me.

Now for you to touch me
To reach out and cut me
Just like my mother said, you'd stand in my way

No, I know it's not allowed to be a party
You've got a whole lot of good money to live
You've got a whole lot of good money for nothing.

Here's coming down a cannonball
Standing backwards, looking back at your good hotel bed
And here's a look back to Babylon, whatcha feelin?
Now the kid's gonna get the best of you.

Stand in the doorway
Drag your dick back to some place to lay

Stand in the doorway
I don't care what you say

No, I know it's not allowed to be a party
You've got a whole lot of good money to live
And I thought you'd trade money for your honey.