Lyrics:
The freedom of the night
I waited at the corner for you
By the orange lamp light
[Chorus]
Your flowers are hand grenades
Your words are weapons of their
together in the night
We hug each one last time as friends
Now I can't forget your skin
Your lips were nearly touching my poor head
Dance with me tonight
Get up, get up, get up
Tell me the voice in my head
Get up, get up, get up
But the body does not react
The vultures surround
The decaying body
fires
Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair
"Bring me a steak
to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid
Shit, cold be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid
But I'm a lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't beat
He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen
As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
There's not even a demon in Heaven or Hell
Is it
the road
'cause I don't want to see your head explode
Toss me an axe, and I'll toss you a dead chicken
Add a buck, you get a two-liter with em
And when
corner lamps but now I'm just microphone talkin
So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking
Niggaz got more game than Genesis
Seen a movie
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I'm a plumb fool 'bout Ida Red
Lamp on the table, picture on the wall
There's a pretty soul and that's not all
If I'm not mistaken and I'm
When I feel like I'm five miles tall
I can crawl through a crack in your psychic head
And trace on your body what the tarot cards have said
But
I saw the lamp light from your window
I didn't think you were home, sitting there all alone
So I came up to your room to ask you why
Why did you hurt
Flutter into hot lamps
Protection seemed insignificant
Naive fire in form of a plan
In form of a man, I am irrelevant
Warm wings feasting on my chest
Turn your lamp off
Turn your lamp off
Turn your lamp off
You gotta go home soon
You gotta go home soon
Turn your lamp off
Turn your lamp off
Turn
on the swing
And watch the angels cry
It's anybody's ballgame
It's everybody's fight
And the street lamp said as he nodded his head
It's lonesome out tonight
better
When I can't find the lamp at midnight
Somebody come and flip the switch for me
I'm always suffering my eyesight
I hit my head more these days, why
It seems like a lifetime since I saw you
Lover, lover, I've been away too long
When I see lovers holding hands and sighing
I hang my head for
choke the best of reasons,
love's gone and never coming back.
Can I frame your love in my head?
I wanna wake you up to shine!
I'll wake you up to shine!
Call me up, it's time to go
Dress your best and head to the show
Get in her car and ride real slow
It's Hannah's Ford, it's hers you know
Street
Cars, trains and aeroplanes
Fire brigade serenades
Cobblestone alleyways
Streetlight lamps ablaze
The moans of Thames and river rains
In a chorus
almost hear one coming
I'm just waiting, waiting on a song
I looked down in my pocket
Underneath the bed
Walked under the lamp post
And one hit me
I knocked off his head cause he dead man
Leave him fucking dead bitch, on the headstand
I lit him up like a lamp stand
You play with me, you gonna be
time to cry
Sunrise
A lamp of no position in the loss of all existence
To the vultures without bibles and
The preachers without leaves that pass it
Stuck inside a glass
Trapped until it's Broken
Can't make out the words
Drowning in distortion
Far from the world inside your head
Without
Let's make an omlette out of Egg-Head Beat
Him hard until he's stiff Spill the
Oil and flip him over Boil him Push
Him through the sieve Maybe sit
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