Stay the same, don't ever change. Cause I'd miss your ways. With your Bette Davis eyes. And your mama's party dress. . While this city pumps its aching heart.
It's been thirty-one years. Since she's been in your arms. But don't worry about Mama. Mama's got a good heart. . And I'm not looking for your love. I'm only sniffing out blood.
I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance. Rico said, "I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head. This is the sound from Camden town.".
I'm broke and I'm hungry, hard up and I'm lonely. I've been dancing on this killing floor for years. Of the few things I am certain, the captain of my burden.
So the ambulances came. They took your pulse and packed up your things. And the papers read. Some boys forget what the heartache brings. . And the pounding in the street.
Hey wake it up! Hey shake it out!. Does anything still move you since you're educated now?. And all grown up and travelled so well. Do you still hear the sound of the thunder while you lie up by yourself?.
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs*. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try.. When were kids on the field of the first day of school..
And how much time do you think that we have?. If I wanted to, I could start over again. Let the good night decide who she wants me to find. And I'll never let you drop another tear in my eye.
See, I know a nurse specialized in the worst. When you're a friend in need, she'll be your friend indeed. When you can't find your tongue and when your rational weeps.
Pull it out, turn it up, what's your favorite song?. That's mine, I've been crying to it since I was young. I know there's someone out there waiting up.
Sympathy,. this is my best disguise. My skin stepped out for my bones to dry up. for the rest of the world outside to see. You see I, bleed on the side.
Sometimes I wake up. In the morning. Sometimes I dream some more. I keep my wounds without a bandage. Baby, as I come stumblin' through the door. Spent my nights in this location.
Mary, this station is playing every sad song.. I remember like we were alive.. I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls.. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights..
I haven't seen Sandy. and Johnny, or Mary. I heard they got married. Mighta had a couple babies. And traded their memories. For fairview and makers. And never play no pinball.
I'm all washed out by the side of the road. Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose. Sayin' "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long. But you deserve much better than me".
In my head I am already gone. Side roads boarded up, decisions decided on. But in my nights there are restless hours. When 3 AM comes down and nothing else comes up.
If I thought it would help, I would drive this car into the sea. If the fire and smoke and explosions could speak for me. If the words that I used to try to explain how something inside of me started to break.
What makes a man do the things that a man does. To be the very thing he perceives would capture your heart?. . What does it feel like inside?. Does it hurt you at night?.
Do you hear that whistle wail?. I think the end is comin' in. I'm a whole lot worse for wear. But I'm determined to slip this skin. . And I know you're dyin' for a good time.
My queen of the Bronx. Blue eyes and spitfire. I saw you walking back and forth about another boy. Thinking that you may want to leave. . So give me the fevers that just won't break.