I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
Well I found that in all these places that I've played
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
A most disgusting song.
Acting limp he sits down with a grin
next to a girl that has never been chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
The delegates cross the floor,
curtsy and promenade through the doors,
and slowly the evening begins.
And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's drinking the detergents
that cannot remove their hurts
While the Mafia provides your drugs,
your government will provide the shrugs,
and your national guard will supply the slugs,
so they sit all satisfied.
And there's old playboy Ralph
who's always been shorter than himself,
and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
who knows more than he'll ever understand.
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.
And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
And every night it's going to be the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:24.46]I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
[00:27.59]
[00:29.45]I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
[00:33.20]
[00:37.68]
[00:45.11]Well I found that in all these places that I've played
[00:52.96]
[00:55.28]So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
[00:58.27]
[01:00.52]A most disgusting song.
[01:02.14]
[01:07.82]
[01:10.50]Acting limp he sits down with a grin
[01:13.25]
[01:14.75]next to a girl that has never been chased
[01:16.81]The bartender wipes a smile off his face
[01:22.42]
[01:25.23]The delegates cross the floor,
[01:27.66]
[01:29.53]curtsy and promenade through the doors,
[01:33.03]
[01:34.34]and slowly the evening begins.
[01:36.09]
[01:44.89]And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
[01:46.88]
[01:49.07]who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
[01:51.75]
[01:54.00]Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
[01:56.55]
[01:58.30]And everyone's drinking the detergents
[01:59.49]that cannot remove their hurts
[02:02.61]
[02:04.29]While the Mafia provides your drugs,
[02:05.98]
[02:08.47]your government will provide the shrugs,
[02:10.42]
[02:13.35]and your national guard will supply the slugs,
[02:15.92]
[02:17.59]so they sit all satisfied.
[02:18.28]
[02:29.68]And there's old playboy Ralph
[02:30.86]who's always been shorter than himself,
[02:31.50]and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
[02:37.60]who knows more than he'll ever understand.
[02:43.35]Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
[02:47.35]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[02:50.02]
[02:52.65]At the "Inn-Between", again.
[02:57.01]
[03:02.63]And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
[03:05.06]
[03:12.36]and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
[03:14.80]
[03:16.42]Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
[03:26.41]Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
[03:36.01]
[03:41.57]And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
[03:46.43]There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
[03:54.86]
[03:55.42]who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
[04:01.16]Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
[04:04.47]
[04:05.40]red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
[04:09.09]
[04:14.14]
[04:14.89]who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
[04:18.34]
[04:20.89]And every night it's going to be the same old thing
[04:23.89]
[04:24.83]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[04:27.01]
[04:29.76]Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
Well I found that in all these places that I've played
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
A most disgusting song.
Acting limp he sits down with a grin
next to a girl that has never been chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
The delegates cross the floor,
curtsy and promenade through the doors,
and slowly the evening begins.
And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's drinking the detergents
that cannot remove their hurts
While the Mafia provides your drugs,
your government will provide the shrugs,
and your national guard will supply the slugs,
so they sit all satisfied.
And there's old playboy Ralph
who's always been shorter than himself,
and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
who knows more than he'll ever understand.
Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.
And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
And every night it's going to be the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:24.46]I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
[00:27.59]
[00:29.45]I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
[00:33.20]
[00:37.68]
[00:45.11]Well I found that in all these places that I've played
[00:52.96]
[00:55.28]So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
[00:58.27]
[01:00.52]A most disgusting song.
[01:02.14]
[01:07.82]
[01:10.50]Acting limp he sits down with a grin
[01:13.25]
[01:14.75]next to a girl that has never been chased
[01:16.81]The bartender wipes a smile off his face
[01:22.42]
[01:25.23]The delegates cross the floor,
[01:27.66]
[01:29.53]curtsy and promenade through the doors,
[01:33.03]
[01:34.34]and slowly the evening begins.
[01:36.09]
[01:44.89]And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
[01:46.88]
[01:49.07]who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
[01:51.75]
[01:54.00]Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
[01:56.55]
[01:58.30]And everyone's drinking the detergents
[01:59.49]that cannot remove their hurts
[02:02.61]
[02:04.29]While the Mafia provides your drugs,
[02:05.98]
[02:08.47]your government will provide the shrugs,
[02:10.42]
[02:13.35]and your national guard will supply the slugs,
[02:15.92]
[02:17.59]so they sit all satisfied.
[02:18.28]
[02:29.68]And there's old playboy Ralph
[02:30.86]who's always been shorter than himself,
[02:31.50]and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
[02:37.60]who knows more than he'll ever understand.
[02:43.35]Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
[02:47.35]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[02:50.02]
[02:52.65]At the "Inn-Between", again.
[02:57.01]
[03:02.63]And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
[03:05.06]
[03:12.36]and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
[03:14.80]
[03:16.42]Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
[03:26.41]Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
[03:36.01]
[03:41.57]And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
[03:46.43]There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
[03:54.86]
[03:55.42]who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
[04:01.16]Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
[04:04.47]
[04:05.40]red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
[04:09.09]
[04:14.14]
[04:14.89]who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
[04:18.34]
[04:20.89]And every night it's going to be the same old thing
[04:23.89]
[04:24.83]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[04:27.01]
[04:29.76]Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
Baby I ain't joking
And it's not what I'm smoking
I really think you're nice
Don't think I'm kidding
And don't think that I'm bidding
If silver words ...
Just a song we shared, I'll hear
Brings memories back when you were here
Of your smiles, your easy laughter
Of your kiss, those moments after
I think...
Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure
The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure
Go back to your chamber your eyes upon the wall
...
I Wonder - Rodriguez
I wonder how many times you've been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
I wonder d...
The generals hate holidays
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away
Sea of neon lights, a boxer his shadow fights
Soldier tired and sailor broken
W...
Cause
Rodriguez
'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
While the rain drank champagne
My Estonian Archange...
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past or a dream tha...