It’s always raining in St Petersburg
This damp will be the death of me
I left my raincoat with my Romany
Gypsy cards say that
There isn’t any justice in this world
As far as I have seen
No more or less than we deserve
Hell, I’ve no desire to be free
We’re always steaming in the singles bars
Bells are ringing ain’t it great to be alive?
And watch me turning prematurely grey
Oh, the money’s killing me
But there’s a reason for this drinking
You see the poison tastes so sweet
And it beats the hell out of thinking
All good christians agree
I’ve been walking circles
Foot nailed to the floor
Everyone’s complaining
I just lock my doors
I do believe I’ve seen it all
It’s always raining when you’re drying out
This damp will be the death of me
And everybody loves you when you’re down and out
Oh, the money’s killing me
There isn’t any justice in this world
That’s more or less than we deserve
I’ve no desire to be free
I’ll be whistling Dixie
Rocks tied to my feet
Everyone’s compaining
Noone’s losing sleep
This town will be the death of me
Pretty boys and pretty girls
Everyone a saint
Everyone’s complaining
Noone’s losing sleep
This town will be the death of me
She moves on -
Taking with when she’s gone your jacket, jeans and shirt
Your better self, and it hurts and it hurts
As she moves on -
What this place needs she said when she first stayed the night
Is a woman’s touch
Well, she gave you that alright, now
Missing believed lost
Five feet four and a half
Of just warm girl
Lazy blonde curl
Last seen heading North
With no visible scars
Wearing tan suede
Over a brave face
As she moves on -
Into another world in which you don’t belong
In which you never will
And it’s wrong, it’s all wrong
As she moves on -
She doesn’t call
She won’t come back
She’s too far in
Was her love as fake as her lepardskin?
Missing believed lost
Five feet four and a half
Of just warm girl
Lazy blonde curl
Last seen heading North
With no visible scars
Wearing tan suede
Over a brave face
And she’s missing
And I’m lost
Rain On The Parade
Got a match?
I could burn your ear
I’ve got a litle time on my hands
Got to smoke
Got to break your heart
Before someone else does
I caught a glimpse of a little girl
Behind the blackness of her eyes
I fell in love
She said she knew I would
As it rained on the parade
I never knew what was on her mind
I never got past second guess
I never asked ‘Could you be mine?’
And it rains on the parade
We got a place above an all night supermarket
No peace for the wicked
We made our bed and then we lay down on it
Without a word
And right there
Well she almost said it
But she just sucked it right back in
And what ever future that we might have had
Was just smoke between her lips
I never knew what was on her mind
I never got past second guess
I never asked ‘Could you be mine?’
I just rained on her parade
I never knew what was on her mind
Got a match?
I could burn your ear
I’ve got a litle time on my hands
Got to smoke
Got to break my heart
Before someone else does
Tie Me Down
I don’t want to be lonely
I don’t want to be free
I just want to be tied down sweetly
When you’re gone for the weekend
I just don’t know what to do
I guess that I should go drinking
What’s new?
Humour me I’m drunk
Drop me and I’m sunk
Girl, you never do
You die hard
In our perfect apartment
Well, I just fall apart
And I can barely feel my faint heart
You could do so much better
And yo know that it’s true
But your underachiever needs you
Humour me I’m drunk
Drop me and I’m sunk
Girl, you never do
Santa Cruz
Maybe I’ll know if it’s a beard I’m growing
Maybe I’ll shave on Sunday morning
Maybe I’ll find me a way to be in Santa Cruz
Coattails
Couldn’t get arrested
So you went and stole a car
And now you say that it was me
Who drove you where you are
Got out of the city
Everyone agreed
The life that you were living
It wasn’t healthy
And now it’s
One more piece of paper
Flying through the air
Are these your waste paper basket diaries?
And you wont get to the future
In that old time machine
But if you climb in back
We could take you a little while
And then again
Written for kicks
Paid by the line
Straight from the sticks
To the beginning of Time
Who wouldn’t want to raise a glass to that?
And I may be drunk
But this is no church
And you have yet to read
My defining works
I’m getting close
I’m closing on the final scene
And now it’s
One more piece of paper
Flying through the air
Are these my waste paper basket diaries?
And I know that I wont get to the future
In thisold time machine
But if I climb in back
You could take me a little while
And then again
And then again