Lyrics:
his gun wounds
Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
'Specially if my daughter cryin', I ain't
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
have her living how she should be
No stress, no worries, you can call me cause it's
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll
like there's nowhere to go
Crowded rooms all alone
I'm in crowded rooms all alone
You make mistakes too, though
You make mistakes too
You make mistakes
Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in
Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream
She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she
I'm sitting on the curb
By the empty parking lot
Of the store where they let me play the organ
I'm waiting for my ride
But I want to wait inside
in his hand
Looking all around, searching in vain
For an honest man
In my little world of make-believe
I talk to myself or my friend
If real
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
and upgrade you
I can (up), can I? (Up), let me, upgrade you?
Partner, let me upgrade you
I can do for you, what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men,
tells me that they've got a dress code
Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine for all eternity
lay down beside me
Evergreen, Evergreen
Evergreen make me feel whole again
Help me undo these chains my love
Evergreen never says nothing that's
a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the Moms
I had a shiny red top
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
So I could make
One time weekly rate twelve by twelve room
Strapped down to the bed now pump up the Valium
My mind is wide asleep my conscience deep awake
From the moment I walked in the room
I knew what I was in for
Soft music, the smell of perfume
And that lacy little thing you wore
And by
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
I'll make supper for myself
I'll watch the clock upon the shelf
I'll clean this broken house
Is your time better spent?
By giving such a small
She didn't bat an eye, as I packed my bags to leave
I thought she would cry, or sit around my room and grieve
But oh the girl she fooled me this
eyes when we love
Makes me hate myself for what I'm thinkin' of.
I get these suspicions even though
I know that you love me, baby,
and I really
last week when you left town
I was tweakin' by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
much prefer my living room
They got Fer de Lance snakes
And I got Jonathan Frakes
So there's really no room for debate
And I'd love to go home back
And won't be coming back
Time keeps passing by
As night turns into day
I'm so far away
And so alone
I need to see your face
To keep me sane
To make
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
at
This facility by the ocean
And why I go barefoot and why I go calmly
Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway
I do it for you and I do it for me
Because
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