The moon is in the gutter. And the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scape the clay off my shoes. And wade down the gutter and the moon.
Into the mercy seat I climb. My head is shaved, my head is wired. And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. Anyway I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up of truth An.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Henry. Hand upon hand. And the wind it bit bitter. For a girl of no means.
Fourteen shades to summer nights. we were shadowed by your light. . cause you and I were never faithful. . I hold you up so you can fall. you never seemed to care at all.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed tot he bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O poor Mary Bellows. She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor.
Can you tell me where to go, its killing me and no one knows,. Inside with all this mind, we waste the sunlight waiting for the night. They dont wanna break me down; they dont wanna break away from you.
I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
And no-one saw the carny go. And the weeks flew by. Until they moved on the show. Leaving his caravan behind. It was parked out on the south east ridge.
Is she looking straight at me or is it my imagination. Some kind of illusion or prestidigitation. I cross the room to a standing ovation. A hesitation at my sudden invitation.
Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Our sufferings are countless. Our pleasures are motley few. Spend all day digging my grave.
It seems you've waited most your life to come down. With all these feelings so close around you. And they blame you, blame you again. . And it seems I failed you more times than life allows.
Two-week vacation, Costa Rica see America. Young ladies, oh, eureka! So many there to score-ica. Cruise the ocean bars with some similar type fellows.
Sugar Sugar Sugar. That man is bad. The road he drives you down. O sugar its a drag. . That road it twists. That road is crossed. Its down that road. A lot of little girls go lost.
You're a beautiful wreck now you're out of control. Crossing the double lines. You're a perfect disaster, the road to catastrophe. Don't stop for the signs.
Attempt the keyhole how. I don't wanna for free. All to stop moving now. You taught it all to me. But I can never walk out. I can never walk out. . I'm getting down.
The stars aligned up tonight, but you can't even see the light. Blinded by the scars inside you. Say ...you're in the light, hard to say if you're alive.
Things that we're taking. It's just transportation, no wires. International dust. Getting sucked, till I have no desires. . Maybe, I can't get sauced.
Stranger than kindness. Bottled light from hotels. Spilling everything. Wet hand from the volcano. Sobers your skin. Stranger than Kindness. You caress yourself.
I need you here with me. Don't take this too far now. Your eyes seem so lonely inside you. Feel like you've lost your mind. . Could have been the champagne, the champagne.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.