I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.. I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.. . I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes.
Do you remember. When time wasnt an issue at all. It was where you were going. How far you could walk. . Do you remember?. Do you remember?. . Do you remember.
So you say you want a love song. One to move your feet onto. I'll sing a real life tune. . So you say you want a love song. One to play your girlfriend with.
Come on love, come on drugs. I need the help, pick me up. I'm feeling low, the alcohol. Is wearing off. . The cocaine wore a hole inside. My bitter soul, my foolish pride.
I dream of dusty roads. Paved with gold that lead me in your eyes. The marmaladed paintings. Sing a song that not the crows will try. . The Piano screams a sound inside your lips.
Apologies never sounded insincere than when calling up a mother. Her bloody child on the battle field of war. While the pretty politicians lay their babies down to sleep.
I heard about, I heard about your daddy got sick. Drove down to the river to die alone. Seven days, seven days till they found him all. Wrapped up in a blanket on the boat.
The TVs blaring, the radio is turned up loud. Maybe then Ill sleep well, maybe then Ill drown you out. Dont want to think much I dont want to reminisce.
I hope you find what you're lookin for when it all comes runnin' down. I hope you find it painted black on your window, or the lips of your lover's frown.
Commodore, commodore, commodore. Well, save yourself, the cellars cold but dry. Commodore, commodore, commodore. Well, grab your coat the wind'll blow out your eyes.