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there is to play now.
I've played faggot bars,
hooker bars, motorcycle funerals,
in opera houses, concert halls,
halfway houses.

Well I found that
in all these places that I've played,

Born in the troubled city,
in Rock and Roll, USA.
In the shadow of the tallest building,
I vowed I would break away.
Listened to the Sunday actors,
but all they would ever say:

"That you can't get away from it,

Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
While the rain drank champagne

My Estonian Archangel came and got me wasted
Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted
Oh but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,

CLIMB UP ON MY MUSIC

Have you ever had a fever,
From a bitter-sweet refrain,
Have you ever kissed the sunshine,
Walked between the rain.

Well, just climb up on my music,

Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?

But thanks for your time

Then you can thank me for mine

And after that's said

Forget it.

Come on down and see me

You know my name well

I'm everything you've read

I've got it to sell.

Woman please be gone
You've stayed here much too long
Don't you wish that you could cry
Don't you wish I would die.

Seamy, seesaw kids
Childwoman on the skids
The dust will choke you blind

Did you read the Sunday paper
about the strong stomached 25
Who from an expedition
All came back alive
From that hostile country
Where only the stones survive
On Heikki's suburbia bus tour one.

Just a song we shared, I'll hear
Brings memories back when you were here
Of your smile, your easy laughter
Of your kiss, those moments after
I think of you,
and think of you
and think of you.

I wonder how many times you've been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
And I wonder do you know who'll be next
I wonder I wonder wonder I do

I wonder about the love you can't find
And I wonder about the loneliness that's mine

And I'll forget about the girl that said no
Then I'll tell who I want where to go
And I'll forget about your lies and deceit
And your attempts to be so discreet

Maybe today, yeah
I'll slip away

Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it.
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn

Now you sit there thinking, feeling insecure.
The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure.
Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
'Cause you've got no one to listen, you've got no one to call.

And you think I'm curious.

Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt.

My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know

In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
A master thief I wouldn't enter there

The moon is hanging in the purple sky
The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs
Talking 'bout the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
And they park in basic places.

The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
He counts his money, then he paints you saved

The generals hate holidays
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away
Another store front church is open
Sea of neon lights, a boxer his shadow fights
Soldier tired and sailor broken
Winter's asleep at my window
Cold wind waits at my door
She asks me up to her place

Sugar man
Won't ya hurry
Coz I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin
Won't ya bring back
All those colours to my dreams
Silver majik ships, you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet MaryJane