Music: Reed Ferguson Gaines
Silver dollars and champagne for the trouble
It's the T-shirt in the back seat of your car
Head down just like your father taught you
Stick around when the walls start to fall
But good god, has anybody noticed you
Sat at the table and you listened to her scream
I know you've had a few too many
I'm not sure what to believe
Beauty queens and rock and rollers
Crystal glasses, Coca-cola
Nice to meet you, nice to know you
Better have listened to all that they told you
Took notes and put you on a pedastal
I'm Simon, I'm on my knees
Why are you so quiet, darling?
Don't you know what this all means
Beauty queens and rock and rollers
Crystal glasses, Coca-cola
Nice to meet you, nice to know you
Better have listened to all that they told you
To all that they told you
To all that they told you
To all that they told you