Lyrics
Bricked up a kilo
Paneled down in the back door
All the while I'm riding
To auditions I'm not getting
Why do I keep on returning to you?
All American jawlines
One moment going over scene lines
Grind the scripts like teeth
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Cocaine, cocaine
Swarm TV cameras
Click and stumble at the Chateau
Later, I hear John's
Body got carried out
Ice cream was a code word
Told to me by a code man
These nice hotels
Gotta look, not tell
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Why do I keep on returning to you?
Give me some ice cream
Give it to me now
Oh, now
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in LA)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
Cocaine, cocaine
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
(He's never gonna make it in L.A.)
I'm in the deepest end of an empty pool
(He's never gonna make it)
Cocaine
(He's never gonna make it)
Cocaine
