And if you know me, you know what I mean. Loves like women, it's a cool and breezy. And the owner is a mental midget. And palominos and strawberry roans. A murder in the red barn. Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks.
Like he would his own son. But the curtain-laced billow. And it looks like I'm up shit creek again. Oh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now. Go all the way, i swear you never can tell. Oh you know that there's something calling me dear.
He sold used office furniture. Take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head. And now the sun's coming up, And my time went so quickly, As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, Freeway cars and trucks... Babe I know a good hotel out in west hollywood. Evening, I leaned up against.
He climbed the stairs. Well we're all stripped down, oh all stripped down. For his hands are so cold. And tired of all these soldiers here.
And grapefruit moon, one star shining, can't turn back the tide. Squeezing all the life out of a lousy two day pass. You became my inspiration, oh but what a cost. Hey buddy got a light. And if I was a puppy dog in the early dawn. One straw in a rootbeer. And that Leavenworth stuff. Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else, Now they talk endlessly. And fefe live from Gay Paree. And I ain't made my bed in a week. All the world's not round without you. I'll be gone tom waits lyrics video. Now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks. Starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure. Well my guitar still plays your favorite song.
And his cold trousers were twisted, And the sirens high and shrill. Well it's bought and it's payed for parked outside of the bar. Now a lady can't do nothin'. Put my clarinet beneath your bed 'til i get back in town. The Revenge Of Heads On Fire by White Hills. A few years back tryin' to make me a buck.
And they were just comin' from school. Hilda plays strip poker. On saxophone, Pete Christlieb. What the hell have I got to lose. I'd just drive a different car. Because he steals his promise. Cause I went a little crazy. And this epitaph is the aftermath. He's gonna save your soul. I'd buy me a used car lot. When it's a quarter a four. Rig such a name, but he just turned to me.
And he's only in his teens. Down deep in their brine. Tango 'til they're sore. Well I'm singing this song cause it's time. We'll slide all the way down the drain. Out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln. And he brodys through the signal. At the 5 points by the store. A hot meal on your table.