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i wish my baby could one day maybe say to me
she love me and rub me and hug me every now and then
no but mama queen she don't speak much
(i mean the salty language of her sticky skin)
see i'm a saint
i'm a sinner
i'm a winner
now i'm runnin from the law with you
how i dig it when we finish eatin dinner
in the kitchen and you're lickin up your big ol lips for two
aw mama, it's so true
so true what you do
babe, quit makin' me blue
i had a lady from melbourne, maybe...
i never knew nothin really, you know?
a crazy baby with glasses all hazy
just hangin in the dive-bar smoke
we took looks under summertime clothes
til one day she had to up and go
she left a book, stuck my skin with a hook
bound for london with fresh snow up her nose
but oh don't you know
that mama, it's so true
so true what you do
babe, quit makin' me blue
mama don't love me
mama don't love me
mama don't love me good
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Let You Down - 10/22/13
03:26
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i wish i didn't leave you on empty
i wish i could leave you some gasoline
babe, i'd like to make you feel so wired
but when i get home i'm just so tired
oh i wanna take you for a long ride
i wanna make you feel good inside
you go on and forget me
i always leave you on empty
but what can i say?
o what can i do?
i'm so madly in love with you
and i don't wanna let you down
now i'm gone talkin on the corner
now you're gone screamin on the front porch
babe, i know my eyes are wide on everything
i can't set my eyes on a diamond ring
but hey, i wanna treat you to a good time
i wanna make you feel good inside
you go on and resent me
i always leave you so empty
but what can i say?
o what can i do?
i'm so madly in love with you
and i don't wanna let you down
no, i don't wanna let you down
i wish i didn't leave you on empty
i wish i could leave you some gasoline
babe, i'd like to make you feel so wired
but when i get home i'm just so tired
i wanna take you for a long ride
i wanna make you feel good inside
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I'm rinsing in the rain again
Lucy dances in the kitchen with my ex-ex-girlfriend
Oh I loved her
She's butter
Oh brother
I feel her and she knows it
I'm wide-eyed at the walls, they spin
I'm shakin' like a saint hidin' all his best sins
I'm a hunter
Fer somethin'
So cosmic
And no one here could know it
Oh no, they don't know it
That I took a trip from the city tonight!
Hey, tell me what's your favorite song
If it's "Crimson & Clover," I'll put it on
It makes my knees weak
I can't think
Just sing sweet
In the corner with God
Sometimes I feel so out of place
I try to run with the crowd, but get so bored with the pace
I need a new scene
This one seems
Too washed clean
My dirt dreams
Too free
But no one here could know it
Oh no, they don't know it
That I took a trip from the city tonight
In the Chill Room I feel all right
Take a trip from the city tonight
In the Chill Room you'll feel all right
Oh no, they don't know it
Oh no, they don't know it
That I took a trip from the city tonight
In the Chill Room I feel all right
Take a trip from the city tonight
In the Chill Room you'll feel all right
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Numb - 11/12/13
04:01
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everybody always tellin me
that it don't do me no good
to try to fix what is broken
they say "there ain't no use in splintered wood"
see everyone they try and tell me
"you don't know nothin, you're only 21"
but aw sorry man i didn't know you'd gone and gotten so cynical
don't blame your age for makin you numb
yeah you're so numb
you're so numb
you're so numb
so numb
hey let me tell you bout last night
me, i was postin up round, you know, the old neighborhood bar
i got to talkin to a girl named katherine with an accent she brought with her from somewhere far
she said aw boy you're so young, why don't you go travel some
go and sleep a night in another country's bed
i said hey kat, you know, it seems that
you got the right idea
i'm fuckin tired of the food i've been fed
but i'm not numb
no i'm not numb
no i still have fun
i said i still have fun
yeah i'm so sick of everybody always tellin me
how empathy don't do business any good
they might as well say hey boy you shouldn't give your extra bread
to the homeless outside the bowery mission in your own neighborhood
oh yeah i'm so fed up with everyone tryna tell me
i don't know nothin' 'cause i'm too young
but the only thing they've learned in their 35 years of living
is to fight the urge to trust anyone!
yeah you're so numb
you're so numb
you're so numb
so numb
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hare hare krishna
jezebel, i miss ya
waiting for our time to come
standing on the corner
of flushing ave and wilson
waiting for our time to come
'cause see i got this loaded gun
so i need you
i want you
i'm always thinkin of you
i'm waiting for our time to come
hare hare krishne
jezebel, you kiss me
reachin for a stick of your gum
you're breathin' in your thick heat
you're sleepin' on your george street
you're waiting for your time to come
and plus you got that shiny gun
so you need me
you want me
you're always thinkin of me
you're waiting for our time to come
o jezebel, it's what you do to me
you build a tower just to watch it fall down
o jezebel, please keep me company
before you board that plane for london town
hare hare krishne
jezebel she kissed me
reachin for a cigarette to bum
breathin in the thick heat
we slept all day on george street
waitin for our time to come
yeah we were only havin fun
so we need it
we want it
we're always thinkin of it
we're waiting for our time to come
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