Chorus:. You're twisted, that's what you are. Just like a bee buzzin' in a jar. Frayed and ragged, spent and strained. Watchin' that water spin down the drain.
A crowd came in and sat down. And then a man began to yell. About savin' souls to heaven. And for the sinner there was hell. Well later on that night.
The room was dark. It looked like someone had to get out fast. A window open by the fire escape. "How long have you been following this guy?". The bell boy asked.
I can feel the life runnin' out of me workin' here at Pete's. Two years ago it was just the thing. Workin' cars part time every week. I met 'em both at a drag race.
I work for the newspapers. Any news is god news I always say. But I don't write no daily column. Talk is cheap and so's my pay. And when my work day's over.
She knew when she got pregnant she could finally catch a man to bring the money home. Blessed with no ambition, she was tired of selling sex on the telephone.
Kind ladies and good gentlemen. You've thrown your dollar down. Walk in and please experience. Feel free to stroll around. We take it to the limit. The competition's fierce.
Everybody knows a highway song. Sing it with me, people, it won't be long. Underneath the stars, the devil you say. What you can't sing now, you better throw away.
Commissioned for the french film terminus.. . You are my only confidant. And my only friend. Together we will share everything. Until the very end. . Chorus:.
Sittin' right behind me, I could smell her perfume. It was something I smelled before. Went through a red light while I spilled my drink. I could feel something sticky on the floor.
Calling out to Carol. She could really twist the screws. What'cha doin' Monday. And are you back on the booze?. Now, I've been doin' some thinkin'. About Colorado Springs.
Chorus:. I've got a big american problem. Somethin' that I cannot solve by myself. I've got a big american problem. Somethin' that I need some help from the shelf.
Runnin' down a purple shallow, goin' down somewhere. Goin' down the alleyway, lookin' for a dead dog with a custard pie. I am looking for a dildo in the sky.
A yellow moon hung low in the sky. The snake will crawl, the raven fly. And guilty hands will grip the wheel. Keep on the road, no skid or peel. And then I drove right down the road.
Sue, turn out the lights. It's time to close upccwe're through. Gotta clear it out. So let's drink up, it's past two. Girl, don't push 'em out. They can walk out on their own.