One day in El Paso. The cops go into the crowd. Under a glaring bladder of light. And the music is so loud. And the tourists take their t-shirts off. A busload of kids gives you the finger.
Afternoon see a guy with rubies on his head. And he's shifting like, shifting like he was dead. And he's hearing something she never said. On his way back home under his bed.
Drip, drip, drip. Baby, when'd you get so Zen?. Drip, drip. When I used to know you when. Drip, drip. When you thought all my dreams sucked. Drip, drip.
There she blows, Jacques Cousteau. Hear her sing so sweet and low. Lull me overboard, out cold. Gathered in and swallowed whole. . Do I want to with all that charm?.
Old lion's dying, got left behind cut your teeth. Lose your meat and man it's just a matter of time. Key's to the cuffs, you might be king. That's it, that's all, that's everything.
Everyone's got their breaking point. With me it's spiders, with you it's me. Thugs in perpetuity. . When we're excited little birds around the feeder.
Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout. A little dose of home fire got him all smoothed out. Melancholy wine soaked tenderness. She hated it here, oh she couldn't care less.
Violins and tambourines. And this is what we think they mean. It's hard to say, it's sad but true. I'm kind of dumb and so are you. . When the mystique varies thus.
You were streets ahead, I couldn't sleep a wink. Staring in the dark, by the light of your skin. At myself sitting, on a suitcase. Or as the sleeping youth, in the upset sleigh.
Born a queen up on her side and she felt it too. There's a lot you can see when there's nothing to do. She got down on her knees and she dug herself out.
It was handsome at the auction. Oh but when we got it home. It grew up into. Something we could no longer contain. . Where's our pigeon camera. By now he could be anywhere.
He bought two fifths of lead free gasoline. Said the bottle is dusty but my engine is clean. He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find. If his bride didn't like it Saint Peter wouldn't mind.
Here we are now where are we?. It's like nothing I've ever seen. . We got horse throated huckster's whispered gimmicks. Rubbernecking all the curious cynics.
I've got a job, I explore. I follow every little whiff. And I want my life to smell like this. To find a place, an ancient race. The kind you'd like to gamble with.
I've got a job, I explore. I follow every little whiff. And I want my life to smell like this. To find a place, an ancient race. The kind you'd like to gamble with.
Cold wind blowing over your private parts. I know a lack you've got. Makes a strong case for art. . Billboard breasts, they don't have a face. I know that fact you've got.
You kissed my fingers and made me love you. You kissed my fingers and made me love you. . Last night when we went to hell. When the blood-starred curtain fell.
Puffy lips, glistening skin. And everything comes rushing in. We don't go to hell the memories of us do. I get a sense of connectedness. Exclusive, tight but nothing dangerous.
I love you. You know I do. Yeah, it's perfect. Well, it isn't and it is. . And I've been meaning to call you. I've been meaning to call you. Then I do.
I love you even when. I don't even know I'm doing it. Dismiss it out of hand. 'Cause I don't even know I'm doing it. But your finger starts to wiggle.