Up on the hill People never stare They just don't
I never seen you looking so bad my funky oneYou
Drive west on Sunset To the seaTurn that jungle music
Five names that I can hardlyStand to hear Including yours
I'm not one to look behind I know that times
In the corner Of my eye I saw you in
When Black Friday comesI'll stand down by the doorAnd catch
A race of angels Bound with one another A dish
If you listen you can hear it It's the laughter
Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
This is the day Of the expanding man That shape
Times are hard You're afraid to pay the fee So
In the mornin you go gunnin'For the man who stole
I decline To walk the line They tell me that
Worry the bottle Mamma, it's grapefruit wine Kick off your
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