Bobby Knuckles

Lo and behold, welcome to my hell

Rest in peace, or I'll go to jail

Costa Rica, I like it here

Maybe one day I'll meet you there

Ah, ah

I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles

Yeah, ah

I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles

Holidays in my rocking chair

I'd trade it all just to keep my hair

Flying high in the friendly air

But I'm the pilot, we're going down

Ah, ah

I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles

Yeah, ah

I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles

So don't you cut me off too soon

I've been waiting here all morning

The doctor said I've got till noon

Why don't you come a little closеr?

Hallelujah, the sun is herе

Monday, Tuesday, I rest in peace

All for one, so we split that debt

One for all, but there's no one left

Ah, ah

I'm dreaming like I'm Bobby Knuckles

Yeah, ah

Looking at my life, I'm a passenger in it

I'm just waiting for the drugs to work