https://twitter.com/AFL_Critic/status/1048867876654862336Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out mendin' Arden St fences for so long now
Oh, you're a tryhard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don't you chase the king of diamonds, Norf
He'll reject you if he's able
You know that joker Brad Scott is all you can bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, your list ain't gettin' any younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is sitting in an empty stadium all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open that Tassie gate
It may be rainin', but there's no rainbow above you
You better let somebody relocate you (let somebody relocate you)
You better let somebody relocate you before it's too late
