You run down the strip, down the strip right through me. The rain on the windscreen, blistering the stop sign. Turn in the rubies your mother did buy you.
Between a birth cry. And a death will. There's just houses. So lavish. In your anguish. I can tell. You're chasing your tail. Soaked through sheets. She didn't die quite right.
Feel it in my feet. Feel it in the heat. There's trouble on the street. And the trouble starts to move your way now. Feel it in the heat. Feel it in my feet.
There's fire in her eyes in the altercation. She blames her poverty on her parents generation. She says they sniffed it up their nose now they want our payments.
When there's no one left to fight. Boys like him don't shine so bright,. Soon as I see the dust settle. He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.. When there's no one left to fight.
They think were fools sitting on the corner,. Older you get the more like your father,. The more I drink the more like my brother,. Seem to have picked up on a callus trait,.
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,. It gets poured all over her fella,. 'cause she's says, man he ain't no better. Than the next man kicking up fuss.
So lonely was the ballad. Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of love. He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat. Then its home to the missus who sits on his tongue.
From here to salvador, the ladies dance. To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart. . I've been round this town for so long, she's been dancing since the first day.
Rawhide. Singing on the motorway. . Gonna get to the post office. Walk in the door look at the shopkeeper. Say "hello sonny, where's your poppy?. And how much money does he keep in his locky?".
Sometimes I feel like there's someone in my head. Sometimes I feel like there's someone in my head. Sometimes I feel like that someone has a name. Sometimes I feel that he wants me dead.
Juveniles, hide your porno mags. The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags. Her man got done from Pa Na Na. While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags.
Phone of the green. Brick to the love. It's hot in the guts. I'm gunna grip to the rail. I'm hung and I'm hooked. Fixing the sail. She sticks a root down on her meagre frame.
Sitar singing on the operation, people say they can't walk out. I remember you walking in, that's why you got this door lookin' lock stock. In the olden days my time seems to be running away,.
Whenever I look out the window, I see her leave. Whenever I sleep on the pillow, I hear her breathe. Whenever I look back, I can't believe, what a stupid.
It's flooding over you now, keep your chin up. I'm a hurricane. Came through the thunder, to drag you under. Make you take the blame. Remember me forever, I'm the weather.
So roll, roll down, rob a railroad train. Lil I rob before, dear Jessie James. Heart full of love but I'm only here to kill her. . Fear that the devil may have spoke too soon.
Taking sides planning a trip,. No place like home if only could afford it.. Ticket to ride connected by the hip,. Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket..
Bullets flying over head,. Hear them through the walls as you lie in bed,. Know you're fighting for the one you love,. But this time son I'm telling you to run..
Bottle of wine, and an old 45, rifle in the corner that her grandfather left her when he died,. Said no surprise,. I've had to use it quite a few times,.