Little boy walks in with a bloody nose. Got beat up on his way home from school again. His dad caught him running out the back. Tears in his eyes and a baseball bat, ooh revenge.
Waiting for the train to France. I hung my head in shame. Feeling for all purposes like a. Man without a name. Adios that's all she said. I knew it had to be.
Here you come knockin' on my heart like a sledge hammer. Tearin' down these walls I built so high. I'm tryin' to hide the truth behind all this false glamor.
This is your brain makin' everything make sense. Countin' those nickels and dimes. This is your brain balancin' on the fence. Walkin' that logical line.
You always knew a way to find my good half. And I knew just the way to make you cry. But I ain't giving nothing to the girls in Hollywood. I've got a picture of my princess in a red dress.
She collected gun-slingers. First-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected dance hallers. Know-it-all-ers, wreckin'-ball-ers. She just needed more.
Welcome to Earth, third rock from the sun. . She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner, slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the liltle wife.
You say you want drama. I'll give you drama. You want muscle. I'll give you nerve. . You want sugar. Would you settle for honey?. You want romance. Would you settle for love?.
She was fading. Couldn't save her with my cursing. At the laughing Lord in his golden chair. She said "Leave me alone boy. . Can't you see I'm dying here".
The house next door just came up for sale. She's goin' home to mama, she says, "He can go to hell". The couple down the block are splittin' up, I hear.
I know you're holding your breath, yu're wondering what's coming next. Can't be too careful this time. No love ain't something you trust, you've seen a little too much.
I got a hair cut. A dress shirt. A St. Paulie's girl. But I don't need any of that. . I got a number on a napkin. A soup can to sing through. A tune in its worst mood.
Oh yeah. . I'm used to havin' my breakfast in bed. Never have to lift a finger to butter my bread. I keep my baby satisfied if you know what I mean. 'Cause she told me I'm walkin' talkin' love machine.
Carmen must have been the Devils daughter. At least he taught her how to wear her clothes. And the boys folled her to the slaughter. Where they fell like a row of dominoes.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yuletide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Yesterday I missed my exit. On my way to Sears. A song was on the radio. I hadn't heard in years. . For a minute there the interstate. Was 2nd Avenue.
"Damn this sand", sang the rambler. "Damn this hand", sang the gambler. Nobody's satisfied with the road they chose to ride. Oh let it go, roll again.
Little Miss Dynamite, just blew my world away. It was a pitiful sight, me beggin' her to stay. I never had a hunch, so how was I to know?. She packed a punch, that knocked my heart out cold.
It was raining hard in Houston when I ran in to her. I searched for conversation but I was lost for words. Then a cloud of tear-filled memories came crashing down on me.
In the cool of the evening she calls me to dance. My back's about broken from choppin' the plants. My soul is so thirsty I can't sleep at night. She walks in my dreams, brings me delight.