Outside St. Ignatius, outside of the law. You walk by so gracefully, I just stand in awe. You're a goddess, you're the hottest oddity I've found. We can go swimmin' in our skin and hope that we don't drown.
Well you can tell it to the radio. Tell it to the television. They are not listening. They are only machines. . I could sit around all day worrying and wishing.
Salome, uncross your heart. I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts. Stay all night, yeah I'll wait right here. The full moon might work magic, girl but I won't disappear.
In the valley of the shadows I'm waiting. For mother and the other ones I love. So know I'll always love you. Until we meet above. . In the battle of the bottle I'm an innocent.
Well the room was Mediterranean and the meaning was two-fold. We got busted by your mother though you're 29 years old. And the pictures wrapped in cellophane like sandwiches or stamps.
I was a debater. Was not a stoner nor an inline skater. Was not a player nor a player hater. I was just a bookworm on a respirator. Who's to say that's wrong.
You're gonna crash on the barrelhead son. You'll regret the things that you done. One of these days you're gonna rue. All the messed up things you do.
I left you last night on the left coast. I'm writin' you a letter right now. The things that you do are rendering you. Something I can't live without.
I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room. Wearing sulfur perfume, don't I smell nice?. You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint. You know it's rude to point, don't make me tell you twice.
I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty little bar. I was working on a novel called 'New Orleans Ain't No City', it's a Scar. The heroine does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King.