There's a dance hall there Where the sick folks go Like the olden days on the Barbary Coast There's a barefoot child playing in the rain You can sell your wares even if they're hard In the great bazaar or the parking lot Cause it takes a while to know who to blame I might have a taste cause the first one's free And the checkout girl's got a thing for me And they're both as sweet as the day is the long
I don't wanna feel stuck, baby I just wanna get drunk before noon
I don't mind my head when there's room to dream Feel like Paul Gauguin painting breadfruit trees In some far off place where I don't belong Tried to lose myself in the primitive In Yosemite like John Muir did But his eyes were blue and mine are red and raw 'Cause the modern world is a sight to see It's a stimulant, it's pornography It takes all my will not to turn it off
I don't want you to feel sad, baby I take everything back, I swear I do
Cause once all the friends I had Have used me up and left I bet you hang around I bet you'll hang around awhileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
