I've been interpreted and shrunk I've been as touchless as a drunk This is as bad as or worse, as bad as or worse This is as bad as or worse, as bad
Got a window-washer's head for an unmakeable bed For loneliness the past is no place to Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a
Here's a glue guy, performance god A makeshift shrine, a newly lain sod Hardly even tryin', gives the nod I sure hope I'm not the type to dwell Hope
countervailing woes In diverse as ever scenes Proceeding on a need to know In a face so full of meaning As to almost make it glow O' for a good life
What?s troubling Gus? You sound demented Is it because someone talked and she told me? He no longer thinks anything that moves And everything he sees
Well, it's 7 a.m. and she awoke by the radio Yeah, she rolled on over said, "Where did my man go?" She's been a gunslinger's wife all her life Now she
One day in El Paso The cops go into the crowd Under a glaring bladder of light And the music is so loud And the tourists take their T-shirts off Bus
Zoo lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout A little dose of home fire got him all smoothed down Melancholy wine soaked tenderness She hated it
I wrote unfriendly things, truly cruel On the day that you were born To prove that words cannot touch beauty, but I was torn I put it off, I put it off
Well, I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't sound right But I left myself on her answering machine Said "I'm back in town tonight"
I was first attracted by your scent Your heart must be a caramelized onion By the time I saw your flame It was all over for you and wash is name I think
The man 'cross the street, he don't move a muscle Though he's all covered in dust When constitutions of granite can't save the planet What's to become
If you ask me how I knew, I saw you Had a bird's eye view of a bird's eye view, saw you Saw you not as you think Simply just as you, I saw you And all
You lured me with your diamond flower You lured me with talk of still more talk You lured me with caramelizing power You lured me a lot Clearly lifeless
It might be late But it won't be early You got me to the gate With time for a coffee It's gettin' late Sounds like a departure It's gettin' close Sounds
It was our third time in New York It was your fourth time in New York We were fifth and sixth on the bill We talk a little about our bands Talk a little
In that September off Isle Aux Morts The desultory sea grew more so through the night And made one think of tawny ports And aspen tremblin' in tomorrow
There's me then there's you And I could dance with the puck In a telephone booth You said, I don't give a fuck Besides enough about you And your, 'Evil