Festival Song

I believe we have to live to die just to give I wanted you to say you play with me Now for you to touch me, to reach out and cut me Just like my mother said you’d stand in my way No, no, it's not allowed to be a party You got a whole lot of good money to live it You got a whole lot of good money for nothing Here’s coming down a cannonball Stand backwards looking up at your girl in the hotel bed And here’s a look back to Babylon What you feeling now the kid's gonna get the best of you And you’re standing in the doorway Draggin' your d**k back to some place to lay Yeah, you’re standing in the doorway Don’t care what she’s saying No, no, it's not allowed to be a party You got a whole lot of good money to live it My God you'd trade money for your honey