My Life In Art Lyrics - Singles - Mojave 3

Wendy gets high for the 2nd show 

I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar 

She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips 

Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money 

She left her home in a pick-up truck 

Left her husband when he beat her up 

And now she works all night 

But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart 

No, the rain just rolls right off her back 

She's gonna be alright 

Just tell me 'bout the boulevards 

Tell me 'bout your life in art 

Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards 

Because Europe always seemed so far 

You look so young and you talk so old 

Listen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're lucky 

You read some books and they broke your heart 

But you don't know one thing about life 

You're just a pretty boy 

And these bums on the corner will take your time 

Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime 

You could learn something 

And she stares so hard at those neon lights 

I swear to god she's gonna bust them up 

She's gonna bust them up 

Just tell me 'bout the boulevards 

Tell me 'bout your life in art 

Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards 

Because Europe always seemed so far 

She laughs as she lights a cigarette 

Throws her arms around my neck 

She says "I'll kill you" 

"I'll kill you just for trying" 

"'Cause you don't even have the money" 

"You don't have the money" 

"Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits" 

"Tell me all about your pretty boy face"