Lyrics:
through your wall
Look out, babe, satisfaction ten feet tall
(Look out)
Look out, man, I'm coming from big scene
Look out, man, steak frites
the colored lights
In the city they call sin
He could see
The writing on the wall
Ten feet tall
But oh there are times
He wished the world
Would fade
But all the towns look just the same
I see the same old face
Losin' still my claim to fame
I'll sing the guitar blues
Drink my drink and pay
history
They'd hang your picture on the wall
And write your name
If love had a hall of fame
If love had a hall of fame
You'd be up there on that
call it celebration?
Or united nation
Put it to your head
Oh great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think
I have a mansion, forget the price
Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for
Don't let the fame go to your head
Knock, knock, knock 'em dead
We want it all and nothing less
Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead
It feels so good to be
know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push come to shove, I just stand up
I've been a loser, I've won the game
I've had power, fortune, and fame
Don't burn the bridge that brought you over
For you're a poor man just the same
stroke
A couple "guaranteed to make ya laugh" jokes
I got friends in low places
Yeah, life is what you make it
I might not end up in the Hall of Fame
I get the good news
That my name made the Hall of Fame for having the blues
I'm the belle of the ball
Bawling my way through the pity party for myself
The windows are open wide
Georgie Fame for those outside
And answering the call
Blue flames leap up the wall
Who would of thought it strange
We build buildings for the dead
We build restrooms for the sick
We build up walls for everything
We make a wall for the sake of it
The committee is taking its turn
To decide on all relevant terms
There is much to discuss and debate
Your proposal will just have to wait
Slow down,
Don't let me find out, the bitch in you
Don't let me find out, the snitch in you
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm
heart
Fingerprints in the dust with my name
Squint my eyes to see from my fame
Spot the words that fall from my lines
The deafness hides
everything
And she like ten years older, said, "Please, no childish games"
Said, "I don't care 'bout nothin' baby", so fuck that fame
I like you just how
Theres always that one woman that knows it all
Karen on the estate can She sees through every wall
With her balding hair and Her gossips never small
Roll it out
Then I walk
Hall of Fame
On that wall
On Red Carpet
I walk
Roll it out
Then I walk
Roll it out
Then I walk
Hall of Fame
On that wall
it's the night
These four walls they could tell you some stories
About lying and dying and fame
There's a price that you pay for the glory
About
to the wall
Till he's a friend of mine
I call you every hour just to tell you
That I'm losing my mind
Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed
m-m-m-mind
I hallucinate when you call my name
Got stars in my
Put you in my hall of fame, middle of the wall
Yeah, you're my one, my favorite, my ride
the road
Where ever they were jamming she
Would go go go and every single hole in the
Wall from here to Shreveport
She'd have them in the palm of her hands
The councilor comes with his
Battered old suit
And his head all filled with plans
Says "It's not for myself
For the fame or wealth
But to help my
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