Life's low and greasy smells like gasoline I can't unsee the things that I've seen Pull up a chair and let's talk for a while. Some of these Stories may make you smile
I've been itching like a madman who's been chasing his tail Singing like a sailor in a ten force gale
But I'm just this sunny side of heaven I'm on the dark side of the street I've seen the devil's flying angels It's where the dead roads come to meet
It was a good day for Delores She's polishing her shoes Cleaning up her gum shield And she's singing funeral blues Just beyond the black stump and A Mexican mile, some of these stories May make you smile
Oh some say living, it's a dying game Some say dying's gonna sharpen your aim
Just this sunny side of heaven I'm on the dark side of the street I'm drinking with the devil's angels It's where the dead roads come to meet
She has a secret kind of magic hand Mad dogs on glory, I know the pleasures Of the damned Just this sunny side of heaven I'm on the dark side of the street I've been drinking with the devil's angels It's where the dead roads come to meet Meet, meet, meet me there, meet me thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
