I've been treated for mild depression And I've been treated for growing pains I've been treated for hallucinations Now I can see it all coming again
I'm battered and bruised I got lines I can't use My head won't deliver Well, I'm sold down the river But I'm turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants I'd rather do a Vindaloo, take away is what I want I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned
had better deep discussions With this plate of soft-shelled crab. I'd put some spice in your rice. You'd give me blues in the stew. I'd give you catfish
Well, you got a big jib crane waiting to pick you up Hmm, you see those snakes that crawl They're just dying to trip you up Live out in sad shacks at
There's a black cat down on the quayside Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark Two young cops handing out a beating Know how to hurt and leave
Roll yer own, don't mean you got no money Only that you got no opportunity To shake it with that friend of mine Roll yer own if you can't buy ready made
Her love is like a candle You light it up at night Her heart is like a pack of cards One chance to guess it right Sometimes I do She's got a tongue like
Alright You want to be a bookworm? Yeah, you wanna be aloof? You wanna sit in judgment Looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation But first you
It's a lonely life I live and I live this life to go And if I leave you with one thing, it's just that I want you to know I'll still be loving you tonight
All of you sit up in bed Don't think in straight lines ahead Can't sleep? The head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in Think back to the dream
Winds howled, rains spit down All these nights playing precious games Cheap hotel in some seaboard town Closed down for the winter and whispered names
She drifted from some minor festival Didn't look like any summer of love Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field She was the hand to fit my
Oh yeah, I was in my watering hole With some ugly friends of mine When the door came off its hinges Like the cork from fizzy wine He said, "My name is
: Roll yer own. Don't mean you got no money. Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine. Roll yer own if you can't buy readymade
: Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up. Mmmm, you see those snakes that crawl, they're just dying to trip you up. Live out in sad
: You want to be a bookworm? You wanna be aloof? You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation: but first you have to
: It's a lonely life I live and I live this life to go and if I leave you with one thing it's just that I want you to know I'll still be loving you
