Lyrics:
Mike Doughty Haughty Melodic

I hear the bells down in the canyon It?s snow in New York, some blue December I?m gone to the moon about you, girl And I?m calling to you throughout the

Oh, in the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey Stony lonesome I call home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that

All them tremendous brunettes around All them tremendous brunettes All them tremendous brunettes around Slow down, don?t fuck with my high I want to

My circus train pulls through the night Full of lions and trapeze artists I?m done with elephants and clowns I want to run away and join the office Aimless

That Cuban girl that brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide and sweet as well And now relentless hours

I want to be your absolute ultimate Want to be your only one now Feel the wave come up from your sulkiness Feel the rays you radiate now Sweet and plain

It will always be The end of time The end of law The end of life The dogs will howl And yank the leash From tree to tree From each to each Does the

I hear the bells Down in the canyon, it?s Snow in New York Some blue December, I?m Gone to the moon Without you, girl, and I?m Calling to you Throughout

That Cuban girl That brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her mouth was wide And sweet as well And now relentless hours