Tekster: Favourite Sons. Hang On Girl.

I was a lonely man in a lonely bar in a lonely city in a lonely world
when she came in on the devils arm
she looked so damn good when she said to me "its not like they said it would be, lonliness is beautiful strange and free"

the happy families mean nothing me, mean nothing to her, mean nothing at all, with the happy families you wont find us
the rich and the good mean nothing to me, mean nothing to her, mean nothing at all
with the rich and the good you wont find us

take my hand, ill do what i can do
hang on girl, i know youve grown so tired of your fellow man

we have no friends or money, so lets go honey
no one misses people like you and me
i know you dont like precious things
but i'm gonna steal you a diamond ring
and get you out of here forever
oh yea...

take my hand, ill do what i can
hang on girl, i know youve grown so tired of your fellow man!