Fillmore Jive Lyrics - Crooked Rain Crooked Rain - Pavement

Hey lady, what do you need? 

Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? 

I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice 

It's a special one, it's made of gold 

(Passed out) 

Passed out on your couch 

You left me there (thank you) 

Let me sleep it off 

I need to sleep it off 

I need to sleep why don't you let me 

I need to sleep why don't you 

I need to sleep 

I need to sleep 

I need to sleep 

I need to sleep, why won't you let me 

I need to sleep 

I need to sleep 

I need to sleep 

Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep? 

The jam kids on the Vespas 

And glum looks on their faces 

The street is full of punks 

They got spikes 

See those rockers with their long curly locks 

Goodnight to the rock and roll era 

'Cause they don't need you anymore 

Little girl, boy, girl, 

Boy 

Their composures are so distracted 

Jasper's skinny arms 

And the dance faction, a little too loose for me 

Every night it's straight and narrow 

Laws are broken, amusing era 

Round and round and round and round she goes 

Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs 

When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs 

Their throats are filled with