The Zincs - Dave The Slave lyrics

Rows and rows of girls Piles of tangled curls Sins you over-love And the world Daybreak heat begins Belch the morning in There's a number in the shoe Dave the Slave And if you're wondering Who's on the phone Will be him Never leaves me alone Dave the Slave (guitar solo) Says look what can be found When your eyes stick to the ground Left my house with nothing Now, I have thirty pounds When you see an airplane Iceing the sky Don't you wish You made a good place to die Dave the Slave Dave the Slave