Never want to fight the lonely fight Never want to talk all night Never want to feel the heat of battle Warning warning Shipmates on icy blue waters
Took a look around this cocktail landscape At the mud and the blood and the beer No more Balmain irony No more clubhouse cheer Red salmon running way
I shot the glass and I cleaned the table And I went to water as soon as I was able Bone tickled by those crazy Africans Woke up early you know I was
All these houses in a line Saying hey good morning so fine Singing oh security so good Sticks and stones and tombs of burning wood Sticks and stones
You took a little white cloud And you're fixing up your silver lining You took a little black car And drove it all the way Your conversation It's so confiding
Your smile was so disarming You'd better mind your own affair Picking up the pieces of a life that shone in tatters You're gonna come back if you dare
Be my ritual Be my one desire Be my light be my pure delight Be my purifier You'll never know what you do to me Five times a day My self destruction
My friend got out of jail today I picked him up and he just said Hi It was a victimless crime He said I'm never going back But I bet he will & I wonder
We just want a bit of peace And relative quiet Just one batsman at the crease If we could just buy it We never wanted interruptions Never want to run
When you move your stuff away from me When you caught the last train home When you move your stuff to where you want to be When you took that ride I'm
Anglo Reptillian, Wrist watch radio titters She waltzes her way Through the aerodrome Powdering conversation With pigeon Indo She catches her plane To
Every morning when I wake from my bed I find I'm yawning just a-scratchin' my head I face the dawning and I feel like I'm dead I been sleeping all alone
He sits in the shade of the old Jacaranda Quietly reading a line A military man in his seaside weekender He sings to his old valentine Better not go
He's just a local boy Modeling for magazines Nun-Chukka Things are never quite as they seem He's got throwing stars, he's got silver tops Mama's grabbed
Living on the highway, way outside of town The lean to it is leaning, bent and broken down Got myself a hunting rifle, a hunchback in my head Double barreled
From the clatter of a honky tonk To the quiet of the range Been thinking 'bout silence golden Golden silence change Burning nights get damper And only
Mr. Sandman, got a good plan It's the best plan, don't keep me awake tonight Mr. Sandman, got a better plan You're the best man to let me sleep tonight
I've seen all these faces Between the mountains & the beach Looking out for happiness Well it's out of reach There's a cars & women Running rich & fast
