'36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the
The reception's gotten fuzzy.
The delicate balance has shifted.
Put on
You are sleeping off your demons
when I come home.
Spittle bubbling
The king of the jungle
was asleep in his car
When your
King Saul fell on his sword
when it all went wrong
and
got up before dawn
went down to the racetrack.
riding with the
I broke free on a saturday morning
I put the
There's bound to be a ghost at the back of
I checked into a bargain-priced room in Lacienica,
gazed out through
I'm coming. Try to stop me.
Push furniture in front of
This song is for the rats
Who hurled themselves into the
Bad luck comes in from Tampa
Bad luck comes in from
Just as the last smoke subsides you'll see my fingers.
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying
Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas,
You
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