Bubble gum years

Lost souls, you and I, my dear Whiskey bottle and a .45, my dear We're on a roll, suitcase and cellophane, my dear Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear And someone's whispering into my ear Asking softly, "What do you fear today?" 'Cause in faithless times I know your hate I seen your crimes I felt your cruelty In the bubble gum years In the bubble gum years Wastin' time, lost my money Found someone who'll call me honey How we go was never clear Go look for something much less sincere My dear Whiskey bottle and a .45 satisfies, my dear And someone's whispering into my ear Asking softly, "What do you fear today?" 'Cause in faithless times I know your hate I felt your crimes I felt your cruelty In the bubble gum years In the bubble gum years In the bubble gum years