Strawberry Street Lyrics - Jeff Buckley

Streetlights flicker on, as they take on the sun 

Like counterfeit stars 

Watch them come 

Watch them come 

The pacified hate's full-speed away 

A company in the arms of a decorative grave 

No tears, no fears - you'll always remain here 

The power out there seems to keep you in 

Lost your blood to adrenaline 

The flesh is weak and the dream is within 

And in the plastic room 

Seven little honey girls sitting in a row 

Pratise for the imperial pillow 

Like sweet little strawberries eaten from a bowl 

Bite, lipstick red 

In a candy store sold 

And in the bed I stared - do you hear destiny? 

Girl, animal scream 

Nightmarey shade, strawberry tile 

Drinking for hours alone 

Kill memory, watch it die 

Pornographic, dead, fucking ripped and bloody 

Shredded steaming mess 

Kill the memories, watch them die 

Lullaby, your mother's once son 

Yours is the kind 's born to die young 

And on the boulevard, seven little honey girls 

Sitting in a row 

Manicled to the imperial pillow 

And if I came up there to Strawberry Street 

It said that I held the key 

Would you do as I told you? 

Would you give it up to me, automatically?