Lyrics

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All Lyrics by Richard Oliver. ©1997 High Tech Fun Productions. All Rights Reserved.

Got a coupon for a pack of Winstons Maybe I can afford 'em Writin' this song with a pencil on the back of a doctor bill Wish the rain wasn't so cold Sure wish I was inside Wish she didn't dopefiend me to sell my bike I miss her But I miss the bike a lot more Half a pack of cigarettes to go Wonder where she is right now Hope she's okay Hope she ain't this cold and alone Guess I gotta accept my destiny Enjoyed chattin' with that Angel on third street today Funny how I could see myself in his eyes Wonder if he seen into mine I think he might of I think he just might of God it's gettin' cold But I think it's just me Cause it's really gettin' cold an' I'm feelin' really sick again Maybe it's time now Maybe this time it's time All the Frogs are gone, she said All the frogs are gone Yes, I know I said in my mind But really, I knew, Indeed I had known, for a long, long time The frogs had never really been there for us But I could not say it for I knew she would hear the tears in my voice So I gave no reply and she continued on another subject not knowing my deep sense of loss And my young child sang to me I have a house of Green and Checkers and my House is on Fire and my choo-choo Train is dying and Checkers is Dead and she sang again You are my barn You are my chair I have a house of Green and Checkers and my House is on Fire.

I'm just the patient of a forest fire Just the birth child of a rusty nail Under water private undies soiled snappers Gone the frail days her apple burned my hands Waiting over, over and under the shotgun barrel is in my mouth again Swollen hell hole bitch in crack mode hell dreams queen? Drunk in Alley High in Parking Lot Crossing against the light Swinging rafter basement gallows a teenage high A cold cold coal man gettin' two to twenty best just to hang it I've gone full circle twice around now back to the same beginning Crushed her velvet and ripped my sack Miss lonely no trust spread your hips now Bring my coffee and bring my tea crumpled sheets here Thorazine queen I am a Robot I have Robot Eyes And I make Robot sounds Girls love girls and boys love boys 2 girls love each other and a boy loves the girls Now I'm sittin' by myself and she's sittin' all by herself.

It's an evil sister a hungry whore The more you get you still want more It's an evil day a dark cold night an unholy dance an endless plight Cold cold dawn that never comes Strong eats weak No right or wrong Babies cry for Mothers milk The well's run dry Crimes of silk No one talks and no one learns Read the paper Cold and burned Blind end tunnel Arid land Salty tears Coughing sand Another plague Another day Watch the news Stay away Lose or lose Goodnight friends God take you Other plans Holy Angels do you not watch my tears fall down We first know everything then we know nothing Whatever isn't sex is pain Whatever isn't pain is denial Watch out the moon will fool ya You better watch out the moon'll do ya Demons in my head Demons in my head Demons in my head Demons in my hand Listen to the dogs bark I'm a whore and you're a Saint I'm so full and you're a hain't I'm a Tramp just havin' fun You're a coward with a Gun Pray tomorrow never comes Ridin' high I run and run Eat some grits Coat my shoes Backbeat tight Cry the Blues Don't keep Papa waitin' in Mama's arms again Got your head on your chest again boy Demons in my head Listen to the dogs bark.

I'd work on a song then hang with my mates After seeing Bob Hope we'd get on straight Wear the whistle and flute feel all right Find some Bristol city in the night A bird on the arm Two in the hand Nice boat race Boys in the band A Sweet young thing In my glory Lit my flame in the back of a lorry Up her apples and pears into her flat We laughed a lot then we had a spat I made it up by being sweet then tickling her plates of meat I turned my attention to her sweet bum for a wonderful time for lots of fun She thought she was off but she was spot on Totally cool like Babylon I showered up took my purse and packet Grabbed a sandy amidst the racket Sweet thoughts of her as I drove away Nice sticks and pegs I have to say.

Sometimes concentration it goes and slips away These times attention don't let me say what I want To starry eyes who glimmer, sparkle, then die Give me an excuse - no! I cannot ask a lie Where's your love behind those eyes so cold Where's your love I hear a story untold I sense a distrust - yes! I see you know my way But you Your heart won't bust even when you hear me say Where's your love behind those lips so wet Is your love tied up like some pet Where's your love What did you do with your love I see a misuse yes of trust once held so sweet But you Your eyes don't betray even when you're in defeat.

I like to sit some days and watch the children because of what I missed so long ago But seeing their smiling eyes leads me to cry and I must just walk away Now that I've seen so much Lived through the thick of things I wish but there's just nothing there Dreams falling on deaf ears because the past is there to stay Why can't I be you and accept that life is cruel and turn my thoughts upon today I'll never get away There's just the dying sun that feeds no one Just all this ragged life and its cruel fears Take it slow and laugh it off Patch the wounds and hope the bleeding stops Now that I've seen so much Lived through the thick of things I wish but there's just nothing there Dreams falling on deaf ears because the past is there to stay It's not a cruel hoax though often it may seem You can turn it if you try and catch the dream Take all the bad mistakes Poor judgement's cold heartbreak and hope someone understands.

Kryou Bushinka of stories lost and told Kryou Bushinka young girls dance with gold Oh Bushinka I'm a speedin' plane a racin' bike just what I am Sweet Bushinka I'm a fatal teaser and you're so young and kind Kind Bushinka You take me out yes sir, no sir happy and blind Soft Bushinka when you turn around I appreciate you deeply Smart Bushinka I'm a freemason dirty laundry smells so sweet Good Bushinka village flats and dirty doorways of comfort Poor Bushinka he'll be your rain man till he becomes your Mengele Take care Bushinka he'll suck you dry then amputate your genitals Lovely Bushinka you're my Clara Bow A rosary and deck of cards Oh Bushinka The Lifeguards say don't go down with the victim.

Lookin' for a drink in a lower village bar tryin' to save the money for a beat old car Cheatin' all his friends for a hard cut step dime bag shuckin and ajivin' his baby on the rag Coppin' licks and cuttin' up other people's stuff Bulldoggin' his way to a deal like a dirty cop turned eel He's a Junkie turned Star Junkie turned Star He's just a Junkie turned Star A Junkie turned Star He's only just a ragman playin' a king if it weren't for connivin' he'd still not have a thing But he uses others' talent to market for his own he got the sled behind him he's a dog with stolen bones Stealin' licks like coppin' crap in a cheap old corner deal Takin' what ain't quite his the picture ain't too real Gettin' chicks to fall to their backs for his piss pot hurt boy lies tellin' them the standard lines to get between their thighs Playin' big ol' haughty taught with a 2 cent soul and heart pissin' down the alleyway on those he stole apart Still will be a rotten egg with fame and bucks to boot Always still the same inside but in a nice new suit.

I don't know what to say I'm much too sad to cry I watched you walk away I'm much too dead to die I still can see your eyes I don't know why the eyes Keep burning in my dreams Keep burning through my dreams I have always lived since a child lost and cold on hope and imaginations of a world without pain I'm sure I'll never learn that there's only really alone False hope breeds only false results Let down your bold destructions I'm Living on Damaged Dreams I choke on my own screams For Living on Damaged Dreams I watched her cry on Sunday She held the spike so tight I heard she died on Monday We had made Love all night Tell me somethin' true Just tell me somethin' true Show me things that will not change and tell me somethin' true I don't know what to tell you I don't know what to say Anything that's ever been all right has always gone away I've nowhere left to turn I've nowhere left to go Long ago I lost my heart and now I've lost my soul I must now pay the piper I must now pay the price For Living on Damaged Dreams Goodnight to all my lovers Goodnight to everything For Living on Damaged Dreams A small child in his frightened nights praying for some release for Living on Damaged Dreams.

At the Blue Jay Restaurant almost barfing from the air Still can't wait to get the food Old man at the counter Who you talking to Don't no one look to you Said who you talking to Old man don't no one look to you Just to be just to be just to be Back home with you Right off of 8th Avenue a good place to never be Passing people whose lives are through a great place to never see Where you goin' boy You ain't got no home no more Said where you goin' boy That door is closed tight on you Out of the studio Haven't slept in two days straight Thinking bout heavin' up my beer and wondering if my lady waits I'm feeling so ugly but ready to play Blue Jay ain't the place to stay Feeling melted Falling out Blue Jay gives food but maybe I'll go on home to you.

Let's face it It's all revolution hype More than ever we're caught in slipstream life Sad daydreams don't never fear the night Warm sun love I just don't like the light Dream angel Now I've got harder stuff Dream angel Can't never get enough Dream angel Caught in slipstream love Dream Angel Just a taste will drive you numb Let's face it It's all evolution's strife More than ever we're caught in regular life Blind daughters Through the moons sweet low gates Bold sun love The twisted eyes of fate Let's face it It's all restitution's knife More than ever we're caught in regular life Been over as high as a man can fly I've tasted the colours of angel's flight.

When the monkies reach Gibraltar... England will die.

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