The Gulf and Western Garbage just ain't the prettiest smell When you're sleeping on the 4th floor up, it's like a living hell New York's finest rounding
(corky laing/ian hunter) I told my baby girl That I live by all the rules She laughed and said to me Don't you take me for a fool Then she ran me down
All right (Gun control) We don't want no (Gun control) We don't want no (Gun control) We don't want no (Gun control) Stick to your guns, boys, stick
I said, "Girl, I'm living in the middle of a mystery" "Girl, things ain't been goin' too good for me You're the only one that can turn me on An' now that
It was a cold, cold house, I was a cold, cold room No one lived in me, I was an empty tune Lovers came to view and they looked all around But they couldn
When I was just sixteen, I stood waiting for a dream At Barker Street bus station every night When I tried to get it on, she just looked at me with scorn
Give me magic misery Give me two shots, first one is free Watch me cover, watch me grin Jump for the juice in your syringe You're the poison, you're
One, two, three Well, I woke up this morning here's a girl in my bed How did she get there? Was it something I said? I don't understand it but somehow
Just When I Needed You Most You packed in the morning I stared out the window And I struggled for something to say You left in the rain without closing
The kids are okay they're telling you now But you're letting them down 'Cause you just don't know how And it's a golden opportunity I'm spinning in space
(ian hunter) Oh Well there ain't no sense In burning bridges. No, there ain't no sense In burning bridges. If we're sorry Then it's our failure So says
(ian hunter) God said to me "gonna kick your ass - 'cos all you do is ask ask ask All that energy looking for me when I'm sitting here inside you
You used to float just like a boat upon the tide You used to run when things were done you used to hide You talk of ships, you talk of boats, you talk
Why can I be like any guy? Why do they try To make me run Son of a gun Now, what do they care About the clothes I wear? Why get their kicks From making
Its such a terrible shame it was only a game Then her brothers found out seven Johnny be good's We was only pretending at mummys and daddys They totally
Oh no, the fuzz, all in a line My oh my, I think I?m gonna die And it?s just another night It?s just another night Got a long black face; who goes there
I love your sulky eyes, I love your raven hair I often fantasize a beautiful affair, a broken paradise 'Cause you don't even care I love your sultry