Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear Where's the air? Where's the air? Where's the air? After car after bus
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf Is a small reminder of a simpler time When a crumpled up pair
People you love Will turn their backs on you You'll lose your hair Your teeth Your knife will fall out of its sheath But you still don't like to leave
No phone No phone I just want to be alone today No phone no phone Ringing stinging Jerking like a nervous bird Rattling up against his cage Calls to
When the house was standing You'd never have believed it When the house was standing You'd never have believed The bricks and mortar Have all given way
She'll hang the baskets on the walls Don't you know I've seen it all before? She'll hang the baskets on the walls But I've seen it all before heard the
You keep pushing me away In spite of what you say I found out yesterday That I've been wasting all my time Trying to make you smile Trying to make
Well there is no such thing as you It doesn't matter what you do The more you try to qualify The more it all will pass you by Some people like to make
Who draws the crowd? Who plays so loud? Baby it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show You know baby it's the guitar man He can make you love he
So we think that we're important And we think that we make sense And we think there's something better on the other side of this fence And you can soak
In a wooden boat in the shipping lanes With the freighters towering over me I can hear the jets flying overhead Making lines across the darkening sky
get'cha head chopped Fuckin with them five stripes Eagle land it went south Now we got the cake Paper plate money Every time I hitch a state High on this pressure
head chopped, fuckin' with them five stripes Eagle land it went south now we got the cake Paper plate money every time I hitch a state High on this pressure
verbal dance I did amaze all the natives And the ladies said, "You're crazy, would you love to have my baby?" And I plays with the chief of the Mahicans
verbal dance I did amaze all the natives And the ladies said "You're crazy - would you love to have my baby?" And I plays with the chief of the Mohicans
'cha head chopped Fuckin with them five stripes Eagle land it went south Now we got the cake Paper plate money Every time I hitch a state High on this pressure
