Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town Been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, Nobody at the
other It's on the TV The spin's on me... Ayatollah, he's hopping mad Jibber about some damn jihad Send me back to old Baghdad Spin Doctor its oh so sad
Well, I don't think I can handle this A cloudy day in Metropolis I think I'll talk to my analyst I got it so bad for this little journalist It drives
I've been thinking lately How to get you off my line Don't seem all that easy but it Feels alright I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have
Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane, Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth
I'm quite contented to take my chances Against the Guildensterns & Rosencrantses It's a matter of Cain & Abel And I can feel your knee underneath the
My baby's nice, she's so polite. She says "please", when she ask me Stay the night She's around the house, she love me so. She pickin' up a little bit
You said the price was final, But you're willing to haggle I fold my arms and wait for you, But you treat me like the rabble. 'Cause I thought it was
I saw you sighing by your window bright, Touch my heart to be your acolyte Sip fire-water from the golden cup Drinks at my bedside, as I'm burning up
CHORUS: Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a
One, two, princes kneel before you (that's what I said, now) Princes, Princes who adore you (Just go ahead, now) One has diamonds in his pockets (that
Take the lowest common denominator, The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight
Your heart is a refrigerator car It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath and frostbite Stacked, unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight
