Twenty-five the season off dope Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope He's a spider on the web She's a tiny woman, he could sense Her developing
Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa I got a mind if you wanna waste it I got a man if you wanna fake
, you're the girl who wanted more. Now baby, the story has faded from love to lie. The clover under your feet is shooting stars in the night. The people under
She was born on a brightened pier To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears Her good looks coulda sailed a ship But her will alone coulda sunk it Funny
You'll get your money I'll get my friends Hard living's forgiven In the end You got your troubles I got mine On a clear day I can Read your mind Oh
It's not as if New York City Burnt down to the ground Once you drove away It's not as if the sun won't shine When clouds up above Wash the blues away
My eyes burn, everybody smokes My eyes burn, everybody smokes I smoke too, but not as much as you I do the smoke detector There is a girl in a tank
And I?m not going back Into rags or in the hole And our bruises are coming But we will never fold And i was your silver lining As the story goes I was
I been had and I been held With the ghosts at bay I been oaked and I been doped And carried away I been charred and I been scarred On my own face But
You've got the money maker You've got the money maker This is your chance to make it Out out out oh yeah You?ll get out out out oh yeah You?ve got the
widow I'll be crawling Under the blacklight Out in the garden Into the pale moon Under the blacklight Down in the valley Up in the dark blue Under the blacklight Under the blacklight
Twenty five the season dark Three sheets to the wind like a close line rope He's a spider on the web She was a tiny woman , he could sense Her developing
It?s not as if New York City burnt down to the ground Once you drove away It?s not as if the sun won?t shine When clouds up above Wash the blues away
She was born on a bright new pew To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears Her good looks could've sailed a ship But her will alone could've sunk it Funny
re the girl who wanted more. Now afraid the story of free from love to a lie. The clover under your feet is shooting stars in the night. The people under
i'll be crawling under the blacklight out in the garden into the pale moon under the blacklight down in the valley up in the dark blue under the blacklight under the blacklight
you'll get your money i'll get my friends hard living's forgiven in the end you got your troubles i got mine on a clear day i can read your mind ooh
