To Kill A King - Good Times - A Rake's Progress

He goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends

We're too old to be friends
There's a high roller getting sober sitting on the fence
He's lost you can see in some fine memory
Until you finally stipulate the revelry must end

And he goes: All the women in my life want to know me
Want to take me by the hand and show me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends

We're too clever to be caught
There's an orange princess telling me the things I should have bought
She's fine in her mind, she likes a sensible guy
Crawling down the windows till your hand misses mine

And he goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends

Blind follow blind
Follow blind they go
(Heart of gold)
Searching for that easy route
(Heart of gold)
Blind follow blind
Follow blind they go
(Heart of gold)
Searching for that easy fix

He goes: All the women in my life want to own me
Want to rack up my bones and consume me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation

All the women in my life want to know me
Want to take me by the hand and show me
I know the good times are killing me
But I don't know how the conversation ends