[the first line is missing on the CD reissue]. Caledonia, mahoganies, elbows. Bring on Fatima. How long does the rain fall?. How long?.
You questioned her legs, spread on the table. Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions. Said she was dead anyway. A virgin mild scream. She wasn't dead, just wasted.
Well it doesn't matter 'cause. This is going all the way out. If you think there's a future anywhere. All the way out. Whoops, I spilled the beans. All the way out.
Breathtaker, he took his toll. Microphone and rock 'n roll. Beat me up and take my time. Run up and down my scrambled spine. Early mornin', he comes up.
With your breast in a moonbeam. Foot on a stair. You weep on my shoulder. I feel full shackled. I think you're lonely (?). I been here cause I think there's been a change.
Branded on a telephone. Germans came, I wasn't home. Nickel for your fortune true. Dime when you reach forty-two. Vertebrae all scrambled 'round. Lately I have found a sound.
Let me tell you about my blues. My blues have turned black. Black, black, black, black. And my rotting stinking flesh. Black, black, black, black. I couldn't stay high.
It's gone past you, baby. You're not even on my mind. It's these blues I got to deal with. So heavy all the time. Maybe I had them before you. I can't really say.
I was lightin' on fire one night. Smokin' cigarettes. I was lightin' on fire one night. Smokin' cigarettes.
His skin is stretched tight across his bones. Blood running down his cheeks. Children gazing at his feet. Ladies he'd like to meet. Lonely in that ancient street.
They come around. Take your thing. And put it in another place. I smile and say it's OK. I didn't care anyway. I listen for a while. They're no good. They were just stupid.
A dozen drops fall from your face. Shaking the rain in a quiet place. Shining clean a fresh new day. Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet. Listen to the sound of a constant fall.
The bells sound early in the morning. They sound late in the night. When the skin comes tied to your phone. There's no stopping the bells. You said the people are on the phone asking if you want to go here or there.
Going off the deep end. Oh honey won't you be my friend. Liberty's a friend of mine. Beats me to it all the time. Yeah all. Going off at the deep end.
Robert Robert Robert. Down at the halfway house house. Robert down at the halfway house. He's livin' at the halfway house. The halfway house. You know the halfway house.
Babe I love you. Babe I love you. Sun is green. Moon is white. Baby I love you. Look outside. Genitals. Baby I love you. 'Cause I'm fast. ???. Baby I love you.
Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!. A letter of marque come from the king,. To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,. . CHORUS:.