in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery ?Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told
Windy, windy Looking for a better home Gotta be, gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded, crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car, yellow car Better
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables Dog
Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside Dancing women, throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught
I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old tool shed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow When you wanna be with me then we will
{This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album} Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There
Yo, homey don't play like that ? Hey, mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're actin' like it's chill When
Come on motherfucker put your clothes on come on You lousy puke Fuck you Why don?t you call your mommy? You?re a fucking drunk Yeah I?m a fucking drunk
One more time I was born in this hotel Washing dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying hard not to think Lay it on to the dawn Everything
Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa Lady, wanna shake and bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women, all runnin' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried up flowers, flaky skin A beaded necklace and a bottle
in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told
Translation: Beck. Halo Of Gold.
Translation: Jeff Beck. Halo Of Gold.
walk in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold
: I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleeping' in an old tool shed Scumbag crying' on his pillow [Backing vocals:] Ooh... When
: (This is song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing
