I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny fellow. The crowd would hoot and holler for more. I wore a drunks red nose for applause, oh yes I was a comical priest.
Are we rolling?. One, two, one, two, three, four. . Here in my little spy movie. With my garter and dagger. And my gag and my cuff. And my gunslinger swagger.
There are some things you can't cover up. With lipstick and powder. I thought I heard you mention my name. Can't you talk any louder?. . Don't come any closer.
Maureen and Stan were looking for a job. They got songs for every occasion. And a little limelight robbery. No one will employ them. There's nothing to decide.
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Oh it's not easy to resist temptation. Walking around looking like a figment of somebody else's imagination. Taking ev'ry word she says just like an open invitation.
(written by Elvis Costello). . Oh, the TV went off like three day old milk. That shook this town down better than most. And it always was less of idea and more of a boast.
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Maybe you'll recognize in time. Maybe one day you will discover. All the pain that lies behind. You and your unfortunate love. . Somebody might be more.
When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti. And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty. The girl in your dreams would have you up on an under age charge.
Figure hanging on a leather band. Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand. Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time. Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime.
All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown. Soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down. Although they may be swept up so invitingly. . I never did what I was told.
Yeah, don't tell me you don't know what love is. When you're old enough to know better. When you find strange hands in your sweater. When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote.
One, two, three, four. . I spy for the spirit of curiosity. All the scandals of each vain monstrosity. I gossip and I pry and I insinuate. If the failure is great then it tends to fascinate.
Nothing can ever be the same. All of the promises we made seem hollow. But there's still some streets in this town. Oh, they're marked, they're marked with your shadow.
I sat in a motel room with the doctor. Just before we were supposed to sing. He said regarding this guardian wing. This black and clipped misshapen thing.
Everything seems so tranquil. Home movies with no subtitles. Don't you wish you knew what they were sayin'. When the film keeps playin', playin'?. Oh, he's Doctor Luther's assistant.
Burn the midnight lamp. Down until the dawn. I'll keep watch. Until I'm sure your coming home. . Shadows play. And flicker on the bedroom wall. They turn into a bad dream overnight.
Strange things seem to occur, somewhere behind the nursery door. Though I was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for. Now I don't know where to begin confessing.
Please put your rings on a different finger. If you meet me tonight. 'Cause I can't stand those suspicious glances. 'Cause I know the things they're saying are right.