Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give
Have you ever served food to tall dark handsome men in suits trading business cards and trading well practiced handshakes too call you buddy, call you
I got two dollars and fifty-one cents eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens and a beat up copy of Cannery Row five hundred miles left to go everywhere
I live in hell, I live in the basement I live in a garage with no windows, my life is wasted I live in hell with the drunken Christians they're away
leaving trains, I watch them roll away the southern night cold as hell it's a ghost town at three am a fifth away, it calms these landlocked shakes awake
porch where the night before we drank ourselves to sleep stick between a drunken daydream and real eviction threats I thought that you might love me fuck the landlord
Last call, last chance to get away before you start sinking in can't stay this way, I'd say today seems like a good day for calling in I'm damn sick
Not tonight, don't make that awful sound it's dragging me farther down taking out all the fight, holding me to the ground making my enemies proud and
The world is dying, but I'm not crying I won't think about it, won't think about it again I'm all alone now, nobody here now and this solitude is ringing
It's a long walk home when you feel dead on your feet and it's hard to hold your head up on nights like these you can feel the warehouse hours breaking
You were swaying on your feet, trying to light a smoke waiting on a bus, you got nowhere to go you were sleeping in the park in a dirty sweatpants suit
She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well smokes my cigarette just like it's her last all kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me and
Been here for so long now I'm falling down oh you never called waited all night long, you're still not around this isn't working at all drinking my
Yeah she's a doormat so be sure to wipe your feet scrape off all the shit you got into this week yeah she's used to it, two long years of it twenty more
Don't fuck with perfection, this really is a masterpiece the brainchild of assholes with everything to lose hell bent on forcing the burden of a religion
Dear Landlord Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, dear, And my dreams are beyond my control, Oh yes, they are. But when that steam
(B. Dylan) Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows,
