Из альбома: Bombazine
When you're alone and life is making you lonely,
you can always go downtown.
Dress casually but with great flair,
and go to a place where the people really care.
Very little about you.
But they are Just Like You.
Speakers veritably swing with sheer volume
as you shout your life story and witty repartee
into the ear of someone who is Just Like You.
And when you wake up in the morning,
with even your socks - which you slept in -
smelling of smoke,
you'll know that you were yelling last night as loud
as the folks out at air traffic control.
Rock and roll.
Take it all through the door
Leave your coat on the floor
I'm so happy in my disguise
Give that vodka some lime
Don't you know it's the time
Of our smoky-hazed tragic young lives.
There are three full floors of gyrating doors
And three fountains that spout real water
There are bee-you-tiful barkeeps who look in your eyes
They know what you need before you order.
Shake it.
All through the door...
I feel.
I know.
That here is where I feel most at home.
And the highlight
is the skylight
but it's always dark when I'm here
and something scratches up there like a squirrel.
If your mama don't love you
and your papa done gone
There's a place that loves you and your sorrow
Where we all catch the fall
of the one newly wronged
who we will not remember tomorrow.
Fake it.
All through the door
Leave your coat on the floor
I'm so happy in my disguise
Give that vodka some lime
Don't you know it's the time
Of our smoky-hazed tragic young lives