Look what you started, I seem to be coming out of my skin Look what you've forgotten here The bandages just don't keep me in And when it was over, I
Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I'm a whole lot worse than well But I'm determined to slip this skin And I know your dying
Got your pride and your prose Tucked just like a Tommy gun Somewhere in the smoke Just in case you need it I know you got your pride and your prose Tucked
On President Street, you'll find the sisters Praying over My city's heart While you, you never knew Turns to it's disciples Who feels the pressure heat
I haven't seen Sandy, Angry Johnny, or Mary I heard they got married Mighta had a couple babies They traded their memories For fairview and acres And
My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth about another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers
Now the lights go low on the avenue And the cars pass by in the rain University boys and the girls fill the bars While I'm just waiting on the light to
The cool is dead, baby Go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning We'll start over again That's how they do it up on
Don't write me no more letters My mailbox is full of bombs Between you and the kooks on my block I don't remember the good times I wasn't there and you
I was born in a town where the rivers flow free On a January night when the cold winds freeze I got an Irish name and an injury Blessing and a curse cast
Goodbye, circus wheel, maybe you rest along the seas I have given you the fire of my youth and the triumph of my enemies And goodbye, fair weather home
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, That I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try. When
Not tonight, not tonight Honey I, am on fire I can't feel a single thing but the weight of the wires Cracking electric line Remember baby we were a stone
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind? Were your records all you had to pass the time? Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans Or
It took so long to get me back on my feet It takes so long to find the words and the beat And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone To hear you call
A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all
