Lyrics:
head
Cross eyed and smiling as I watch the world
Go twisting by
I don't want to die with you
Or live in the same dark room
I don't want to see
it's coke I've laced inside every beat
Shit, I'm tryna get ya high
You been sittin in the waitin
Room far too long
Too late for AA, you're far too gone
I
I still remember the piano
Playing the same old melodies
The late-night crowd
Was wild and loud
But then a shot
Outside the bar-room….
And then I
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
She is searching for some form of salvation
In the corner of a bar down the street,
But the gin controls whole conversations
And plays magic
your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Where I'm from
We live by the beat
A church and a bar
On every damn street
(We're going out tonight!)
Take a shot in a dark room
Take a drag under
And I live in the room over him.
I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
And saunter along Temple Bar
As round there I skip
I keep shouting 'Pip
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
me tight jeans
Madison Square Garden is where I might be
But more likely
You'll find me in the back
Room of a dive bar with my mates
Having a pint
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
the hotel floor
Now then later, I was thinking it over by the snack machine
I thought about you and a candy bar
The now and laters, now that I've got,
need another fight
Time to chill out kick off my shoes
Could do without a dose of bar room blues
Don't want to be alone in the house tonight
A year
Running up the tab smiling when you laugh
Dancing till the bars are closing
I'll be the guy standing to the right
Of the prettiest girl in the room
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
laid to waste by years of wine
With my friends I used to follow
Nearly evevrybody's daugther
That's until you came along
In a bar-room patrons
to contend
With the fact that I ain't going nowhere
If I don't get out of here
I need a change of luck and a pick-me-up
Something more than the bars
With the fact that I ain't going nowhere
If I don't get out of here
I need a change of luck and a pick-me-up
Something more than the bars and the beers
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis
worn-out by people talking proud
Don’t know what about, everything is blurring loud
In a room of smoky clouds
Ahhhhhahhhaaahhaaaahhaaaaa
forgive me
The man on the door has a head like Mars
Like a baby born to the doors of the bars
And surrounded by steam with his folded arms
He's got
Sitting in a bar room all alone
Face in the mirror says far from home
Ask for a drink and watch it pour
Nod to the fella on the stool next door
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
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