And with a drugstore wife, I was dealing, sold a bit of the white, I don't shake no hands 'cause death has no fans.


Rolling People - Urban Hymns (1997)


And with a drugstore wife, I was dealing, sold a bit of the white, I don't shake no hands 'cause death has no fans.

And with a drugstore wife, I was dealing, sold a bit of the white, I don't shake no hands 'cause death has no fans.

And with a drugstore wife, I was dealing, sold a bit of the white, I don't shake no hands 'cause death has no fans.

And with a drugstore wife, I was dealing, sold a bit of the white, I don't shake no hands 'cause death has no fans.