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Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
It's bad enough that you leave me alone
Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
Love is blind pretty woman don't go blind
with your iodine dreams on my mind
there's a big black bird doing rings in the sky
love is blind pretty woman don't go blind
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo
with their five o'clock faces and ten o'clock dreams
they go da dadadadadada...
We got time pretty woman we got time
we will drown all our books by and by
the master the swabber the boatswain and I
we got time pretty woman we got time
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo
with their five o'clock faces and ten o'clock dreams
they go da dadadadadada...
Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
It's bad enough that you leave me alone
Don't come home pretty woman don't come home
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Snakeskin
03:14
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Well the ocean is a snakeskin that I found in the basement
where we laid under my staircase and swallowed all my blankets
and your eyes did tell they went like rivers through my mouth
And the mountains and the pavement all got tangled with engagements
while the rich men sign their pay checks and procreate with statements
and the red ribbon moon hangs like a trophy on the shelf
I got a bad idea I think I'll keep it to myself
I came home early and you were dancing by the door all with
junk mail in your pockets and dead bolts on the floor
and you said tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
And the sheriff on the mattress he was flipping through an atlas
while his wife was striking matches with a hot pastrami sandwich
in her powder blue dress and her white platform shoes
I got a bad idea and I got nothing left to lose
I came home early and you were dancing by the door all with
junk mail in your pockets and dead bolts on the floor
and you said tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
And you and I we are like children fractures of the moment at our feet
the dreams of our fathers will remind us again
that the whole wide world is asleep
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Telephone Blues
05:41
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There's a hole in the barrel and a maidenhead is preaching
to a crowd along the river where a saxophone is sleeping
in a greasy parlor window where the piano player dreams a languid dream
I know I said I love you baby but nothing here is ever as it seems
You know I wish I would
I wish I would
I wish I would
I wish I would
You know God don't love you baby but the Lord knows I wish I would
All the voices in the Valvoline they are trying to relay to me
all of the holy invertebrate dreams of my vagrancy
and the angels of dawn they are calling out for clemency
out along the highway plain for every eye to see
and the Loa, l'wa, oh the L'wha- you sent them here to follow me
She got the telephone blues and a wineskin in her shoes
She got the afternoon gas station ransom in her boots
and they say that every woman is just trying to cut loose
but not every woman wants to be fell in love with too
you can say what you mean but don't say that you never even knew
You know I wish I would
I wish I would
I wish I would
I wish I would
You know God don't love you baby but the Lord knows I wish I would
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Dynamite
03:29
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Come on downstairs to the streets you paved
with your lilly pad lies and sack lunch parade
plan out the truths that you spout and you chew
and fan out your troops like a motorcade
I know why your hair is down this morning its a coming of age
you sympathize with your unfettered eyes
but you don't see how I paid to play
The pain in my hands is from charting the plans
and the dust on my coat is from dynamite
the blood on my sleeve and the mud on my knees
they are badges from the blind men that leave the blind
And your face is a meal made of bombast and steel
and your teeth are like gold when you salivate
your hands and your feet are so worn out and week
but your eyes are enabled with razor blades
The pain in my hands is from charting the plans
and the dust on my coat is from dynamite
the blood on my sleeve and the mud on my knees
they are badges from the blind men that leave the blind
Da da da da da da da da da....
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Blood in the Bathtub
06:00
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I wanna bleed my blood all up in the bathtub and watch it make a cloud around my knees
I wanna bleed my blood all up in the bathtub and watch it make a cloud around my knees
I've never been so sure I wanna see whats in store I wanna bleed my blood until I bleed no more
I've never been so sure I wanna see whats in store I wanna bleed my blood until I bleed no more
I wanna meet my friends all up in the purgatory hills and tread upon that grass that grows so straight and still
I wanna meet my friends all up in the purgatory hills and tread upon that grass that grows so straight and still
I wanna meet my friends lost and found again I wanna watch my hands and feet transcend
I wanna meet my friends lost and found again I wanna watch my hands and feet transcend
I wanna save my pennies for a little piece of what you own and beg you for a slice when you are old and overgrown
I wanna save my pennies for a little piece of what you own and beg you for a slice when you are old and overgrown
There's nothing in the world that I would rather have I wanna choke up all your machines with my cash
There's nothing in the world that I would rather have I wanna choke up all your machines with my cash
And we will sleep in the night time and we will eat our meals in the light
and we will hold ourselves for ransom and we will steal with delight
I wanna bleed my blood all up in the bathtub and stay awake all night 'til that linoleum floor starts to flood
I wanna bleed my blood all up in the bathtub and stay awake all night 'til that linoleum floor starts to flood
And when it's all done I will lay back in the sun and watch the birds pick away my bones
When it's all done I will lay back in the sun and watch the birds pick away my bones and
when it's all done I will lay back in the sun and watch the birds pick away my bones and
when it's all done I will lay back in the sun and watch the birds pick away my bones
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