Ego

Duration

3:47

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

Tommy’s on the streets and he’s given it heaps, he’s ready for the night which he’ll greet, With a bottle of cheap bargain wine, he’s pushing his limits, he’s across the line. Tommy’s in the bar but he won’t get far, he’s telling all the girls how he plays guitar, He’ll buy them a drink, pour it down their throat, Tommy’s pushing his ego, to the choke. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Tommy’s getting busy in the bathroom stall, he’s pushing his girl against the wall, He’ll tell her that he loves if she gives it up, you know all Tommy wants is to get fucked. Tommy’s on the floor and he’s a state, the bouncer walks over and he’s throwing shapes, “Tommy, you’re full, get outside”, oh, Tommy’s getting shown a piece of his mind. Tommy’s in a car on his way back home, the driver’s seat he’s all alone, Behind the steering wheels no sex appeal, oh, when you hear the sirens loudly squeal. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Tommy’s in a cell he’s got one phone call, I guess he should have thought about it all, Black eyed, boozed with an STI, oh, when will Tommy get it right? Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego. Ego, ego.