Come and meet me when the lights are low You look half dead, though I told you so. Play your rap song on the piano Die happy Santo Domingo
Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes. Cigarette changed, dressed in greens and blues Leave your sick boy and his skinny friends Suck the life from all those burlesque bends Bring peaches and a Kalaida-phone. We'll call and see if the stars are home. Play chopsticks on my guitar, Drive backwards in your one wheeled car
Come and meet me when the lights are low. You look half dead, though I told you so. Play your rap song on the piano Die happy Santo Domingo. (x2)
Bring your headcase and his jealous eyes Looks a right dog, in shirts and ties Bring your sisters on day release Ten green bottles and the eyelid police
Play me some banjo make me some noise Take me for granted, tell my children got no choice Pour me a little gravy, protect my muse. Torture me outta my dumb little mind And leave me all confused Make my head swim.
Come and meet me when the lights are low. You look half dead, though I told you so. Play your rap song on the piano, Die happy Santo DomingoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
