Let Them Wait

Tell your girlfriend what was mine What you're looking for you won't find And tell your sister to wait a while He's been drinking and losing style If anyone complains, at least my hands are dry My slate's been wiped clean, and you'll be gone a while But please be quiet now, the crowd was right She's investing in a bullet sigh And tie your loose ends up inside I'm not joking man, you don't try If anyone complains, at least my hands are dry My slate's been wiped clean, and you'll be gone a while Tell your girlfriend what was mine What you're looking for you won't find