Well, Shakespeare, he's in
the alley
With his pointed shoes and
his bells.
Speaking to a french girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
Post the post office has been
stolen
And the mail box is locked.
Mona tried to tell me
To stay far away from the
train line.
She said that all the railroad
men
Drink your blood like wine.
An' I said "Oh, I didn't know
that
But then again there's only
one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette"
Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the
rock
But everybody talk about
How badly they were shocked.
But me I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on main
street
And shot it full of holes.
Now the senator can down here
Showing everyone his gun.
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me I nearly got busted
An wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath
a truck
Now the tea preacher looked
so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed when I proved
to him
Then I whispered not even
you can hide.
You see you're just like me
I hope your satisfied
Now the rainman gave me two
cures
Then he said "Jump right in"
The one was Texas medicine
The other railroad gin.
An like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
When Ruthie says come see her
In her honkey-yonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz
for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now
You know you know about my
dedutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante
knows just what you need
But I know what you want."
Now the bricks lay on Grand
Street
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly.
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out
of
Going through all these things
twice
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