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