歌词
Lost in the Hollywood hills
No one can return my call
Stumble down to Sunset, sleep it off
Tiny whites lines in the sky
The man just does what he wants
Little bit paranoia
Don’t have to tell me twice
I know if feels like mine
I know it feels lacklustre
In my arms
Jagger had friends
Keith had some
No one liked Brian Jones
Tiny whites lines in the sky
The man just does what he wants
Don’t have to tell me twice
I know if feels like mine
I know it feels lacklustre
In my arms
I bring home the paycheck
Trying to remember your face
But the shapes all change
Woman at the front
Man has rolled away
Holy rolling stones
Holy rolling stones
Holy rolling stones
Holy rolling stones
Holy rolling stones
Don’t have to tell me twice
I know if feels like mine
I know it feels lacklustre
In my arms
Don’t have to tell me twice
I know if feels like mine
I know it feels lacklustre
In my arms