Mick and Keith hit this
Take a shot, take a piss
Get gone, turn it on, hit record
And let the bones roll.

Aint nothing that we need to leave alone
All those things that your mamas used to holler about

Last night I lost my ass in a game of cards
To a drunk black woman who was high on weed and blow

Tonight I’m hangin’ back in the basement cuttin’ traxx
In fact this is the one about how we go…….and it’s called
Like The stones.

1971 on the beach in Monte Carlo.
I want to live in exile like the stones.

Aint nothing that we even need from home
Our run down palace on the beach is just fine.

Electricity went out a while ago
Ran over to the railway station and tapped the lines

Last night I sat down to eat dinner
There were forty five people there
And not a single one
of them ever went home.

Tonight I’m hangin’ back in the basement cuttin’ traxx
When we drop this album it’ll echo all over the world
Like The stones

1971 on the beach in Monte Carlo
I want to live in exile like The Stones

Sometimes I check out the latest
And I can’t help how lame it is
We’ve got to scrape that shit right off our shoes
Maybe I’m jaded, maybe I just long
For what rock and roll used to be.

1971 on the beach in Monte Carlo
I want to live in exile like The Stones
Who gives a shit if we no longer have the London Nights?
I want to live in exile like The Stones.

Yeah,yeah,yeah…Bring it down!